In this touching piece of nostalgia, we see a horde of swine-serfs pouring out of Castle Meatmore, wending their way down into the valley, bearing trays and serving dishes and long, um... flutes? And beribboned boxes? (Okay, so the fare is a little... eccentric.)
How the palace glows (putting this dump to shame), how it lights the sky, a beacon of good taste! And what generosity for the lord of the manor to have the staff leave Pig's Peak to heap luxury upon the commoners!
As for the staff: it's all the same to them. As long as they're devoting themselves to the service of others, they're happy.
If you will allow a note of skepticism to intrude upon this gracious tableau, you might well ask why these are pigs, and not waiters and cooks of the human variety, streaming from the castle. The answer is simple: The pig motif handily emphasizes that Pig'N Whistle—not to be confused with Pig-N-Whistle—commands a vertiable army of pigs ready to devote themselves to you in whatever capacity you should desire, whether companion, servant, or main course. More than being easy to please, they are impossible not to please. In fact, their pleasure, being guaranteed, is irrelevant. As much as we might like to pretend otherwise, it is not native to them, as it is derived wholly from your pleasure.
The perfect vassal! We can mold him into any shape to satisfy any need!
(Thanks to Dr. Bazu for the referral and the image.)
Addendum: Here is the source of the picture, the charming May i take your Order?—American Menu Design 1920–1960 by Jim Heimann.