In the corner of the barnyard, a small, curious piglet named Percy snorted happily as he rolled in a puddle of mud. His pink skin was now a patchwork of brown and gray, and he couldn't be more delighted. "Mud is the best thing in the world!" he declared, his voice bubbling with laughter.

Mrs. Wilkins sighed deeply, reaching for a cloth. "Oh, Percy, you are the dirtiest little pig I've ever seen," she lamented. Despite her words, there was a twinkle of affection in her eyes.

Percy, now clean from a quick wash, snuggled into a bed of straw, satisfied and sleepy. "I suppose being clean isn't so bad after all," he murmured, his eyes drooping as he nestled down.

"Good night, little one," she whispered softly to the sleeping Percy. The stars twinkled above him, as if winking in agreement, and all was serene in the world once more.