The delicate flowers fluttered in the wind; their fragrance complemented the fresh air. Skipping through the forest under the early morning sun, PickyPiggy whistled a tune to herself as she regarded the tranquility of her surroundings. The pig’s hooves thumped softly against the grass as she strode along the outside edge of the path.
“It’s a perfect day for a picnic, I just gotta find someone to spend it with.” Picky adjusted the basket tucked under her arm. Once the pig crossed paths with a fellow critter, she held her free hoof up high, waving it in an attempt to get the other’s attention. “Hey there!” She trotted up to them. “Do you have some time to spare? I’ve made enough PB&Js to share!” She beamed at the critter, hoping for an affirmative answer.