The house down boots.
When I was novel writing it was a lot easier to think of supertitles for each section. Not so much when the plot only progresses like 20 lines a day. Anyway:
The lights were on inside, so May
could see the strangeness right away
atop a chair, not very big
so calmly sat a little pig
"Oh no!" May cried, in a fit
for the chair was where her mom would sit
"something her has gone terribly wrong
"if this pig is what used to be my mom!"
"Oh don't say such a silly thing!"
a voice called out in a melodious sing.
Around the corner peered May's mom!
May signed in relief now that nothing was wrong.
"But, May, do please be kind to our guest
We should all be putting forward our best"
said Mom as she turned and scuttled away
leaving the pig on the chair here with May.
"Good day, little pig," said May with a wave
doing her best for her mom to behave
and then to her horror, the pig did not squeak
the pig then stood up and it started to speak.