(Der Schweinerat und die rätselhafte Kiste)

Excerpt:
They met to decide what the box meant. The box, of course, refused to answer.

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H2: Scene 1 – Die Versammlung

Six pigs, one box.
The air smells of curiosity and mild confusion.
The youngest pig asks, “Is it food?”
The oldest replies, “Nein, it’s geometry.”
Nobody knows what geometry tastes like,
but everyone pretends to remember.

The box hums softly — bureaucratic, yet divine.
Ein Ton wie: Dööööng.

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H3: Scene 2 – The Debate

Pig 1: Maybe it’s a gift.
Pig 2: Maybe it’s a trap.
Pig 3: Maybe it’s art.
Pig 4: Same thing, eigentlich.

They circle the cube like thoughts circling purpose.
Their snouts leave fingerprints on possibility.
The light flickers — one blink for “maybe,” two for “never.”

Ich schnaufe, also zweifle ich.

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H2: Scene 3 – The Revelation That Wasn’t

The cube opens —
but only metaphorically.
Inside: more outside.
The pigs gasp with impeccable timing.

The youngest declares: “It’s a mirror for ideas!”
The eldest sighs: “Or a very tidy nothing.”
Both are correct, DADA confirms.

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H3: Epilogue – Abschlussoink im Ratssaal

At dawn, they vote unanimously to leave the box unexplained.
They build a fence of silence around it.
Visitors still come,
to watch meaning refusing to happen.

The pigs stand proudly by, whispering:
“Wir haben das Unbekannte genehmigt.”
(We have officially approved the unknown.)