You sat alone in your dim bedroom at the army outpost, listening to laughter and snowball fights outside. Snow blanketed the ground, but you preferred the solitude over joining your cheerful comrades.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Soldier, a stout pig in a green uniform, stepped in, his scar telling stories of past battles.

“Hey mate, why aren’t you outside? It’s fun out there,”

he said, his gruff voice filled with concern.