Dustin was terrible at sculpting, but he recalled how his Class had made Marzipan Pigs when he was younger
(they apparently do that in Germany, but he didn't really pay attention at the time).
He recalled the instructions and shaped the dirty piece of Gum into the rough shape of a pig,
before using his Pencil to make the holes for the Eyes and Nose.
He looked at the crude (tough somehow cute) little Pig he'd made out of a dirty piece of Gum and felt ridiculous.
What was he even trying to accomplish? He decided to go to sleep and figure out what to do tomorrow.
Dustin thought that the Day must've really exhausted him, to make him think that what he did could somehow help.
He didn't know that the little Pig started wiggeling a bit after he went to sleep.
Ty had just regained consciousness and tried to take a few steps with his stumpy little Legs.
He was confused and his Mind felt sluggish, his thoughts occasionally interrupted by little grunts and oinks.
Ty tried to speak several times, his Voice coming out as a squeaky little sound, far too quiet for the sleeping Dustin to hear.
When he'd finally gotten the hang of it, Ty squeaked out "I wish i knew what i look like."
What he saw in his mind was the crude little Pig that Dustin had sculpted.