.His parents and extended family were all eaten so he had no parenting that prepared him for pig-hood, but when a Border Collie with the right stuff began to mother him, he slowly began an apotheosis: pigness with a mantle of dogness! He developed the right stuff as well because of the kindly "parentis loci" of the Collie.
Babe was never pigheaded but was always open to suggestions. He suffered derision through the pilgrimage of his life because he was different in the animal farm, but despite that parlous state he found himself in, he remained loyal, saw things with optimism, and ultimately prevailed. The farmer, gradually seeing the heart of his pig, his courage and his brains and took the same risk that Babe did and and entered him into sheep dog trials as "Pig" since the rules never contemplated that anyone would enter a contestant that was not a dog.
To be an individual in this world and to be true to oneself takes courage, not running like sheep with
the crowd. No matter how consoling it might be to run with the fleece, if one has a muse there is a need to follow it. To belong may not be one's karma. The need for a creed by which to live will limit one's horizon. Yes, it's safer to belong. In the end, Babe and the farmer overcame. This of course was a fairy story and real life will not often come with a win. That's the risk. Taking a fall is reality.
Better alone and followed our star, than compromised for the second best. In the end we have only to answer to ourselves and our maker .