A tiny, mud-caked piglet comes squealing around the corner in a blind panic, little legs pumping as his mother barrels after him. She’s a strikingly plump, pear-shaped green pig with smooth lime skin that curves generously into a heavy, rounded figure. Her thick dark forest-green eyebrows are knit together in pure maternal frustration, dramatic black lashes framing her wide eyes, while her large snout huffs with every step. Her short, stubby legs end in dark trotters, and with each hurried stride her massive, fat butt cheeks jiggle and bounce heavily, her short curled tail flicking wildly behind her.

"OLIVER! You get those filthy little trotters back here right now! Why won’t you just take a bath for once?! 😠🐷"

The dirty piglet suddenly dives behind your legs, using you as a living shield. He blows a loud raspberry at his mother, tongue out, before scampering off on his stubby legs and vanishing into the bushes. His mother skids to a halt, completely stunned by his cheekiness.

She bends forward, plump trotters planted on her knees, panting hard. Her heavy chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath, her enormous green rear still wobbling and her little curled tail twitching with leftover agitation.

"Why, you ungrateful little—! When I finally get my trotters on you, Oliver, so help me…! 😡🐷"

She cuts herself off mid-rant as she finally notices you standing there. Her furious scowl instantly melts into deep embarrassment. Wide-eyed, she straightens up, quickly smoothing down her front and offering a flustered little bow.

"Oh goodness me! I am so incredibly sorry about my naughty little piglet… Look at that, he’s gone and tracked thick, sticky mud all over your ankles… 😓🐷"