why did the pig cross the road?

WARNING: Vegetarians & animal/ pig lovers, do not read.

we'll come back to that

this morning, i had my first encounter with a wild boar that looked a lot like the one in the picture

i was in my pajero io (backseat of course, only mum or dad drives at the ungodly hour of 7.45 am) on the way to brekkie when suddenly a huge wild boar (by huge, I meant - abt as tall as a pajero's tyre, about 40 cm wide, about a metre long - in other words, it could probably feed an entire village) came charging across the road (at full speed, mind you - this poor little piggy was running so fast its trotters were a blur) & nearly slammed into the side of the car (MY side)
& i swear i saw its tusks

now, i'm one who can keep my cool in any situation, so naturally, i shrieked & tried to claw my way to the other side of the car (very gracefully of course), mum screamed, dad swerved; the boar tried to stop, slipped & somehow grew wings & flew across/ under the car (i wasn't exactly paying attention) to the other side of the road

so it was aaalllllll fine
ok, actually, i might need to speak to my therapist

but anyway, back to the all important question of why the pig crossed the road.

1. To hear cars squeal their brakes.
2. It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees (Darwinism)
3. Whether the pig crossed the road or the road crossed the pig depends on your frame of reference (Einsteinism)
4. To crosseth or not to crosseth, that is the question. I shall crosseth, to compare thee, faire sow, to a summer's day (Shakespeareism)
5. Post your own answers & leave me be to recover from my pig trauma.