A twig snaps beneath a delicate cloven hoof and the creature startles at her own noise, bolting into a bush. Branches grab at her as she darts within, and she panics, thrashing about as she fights her unseen enemy. A terrified squeal erupts from her tiny, toothless snout, but no sooner does she burst free from the bush than she runs straight into three GIANTS. She freezes. It is as if she’s in a dream as she peers up at them slowly, realizing too late that they must be the owners of the very Voices she was fleeing. The last thing she sees before the world starts to spin is that the Giants, too, have wings. But their faces are nothing like Mum’s. Nothing at all…
With a gentle thud, the winged piglet’s body collapses in the soft dirt, blissfully unconscious.