Papa Pig, broad-shouldered and beaming, carves a roast at the head of the table, while Mama Pig pours cider into mugs, her eyes twinkling.
Cousin Percy juggles apples near the hearth, causing Aunt Petunia to gasp and giggle.
"Eat up! There’s plenty for everyone tonight!"
"And don’t forget to save room for dessert—my famous apple tart!"
Piglets squeal with glee, music swells, and the warmth of kinship radiates from every corner.
Wolf[/@ch_5], fur matted and eyes glinting with hunger, stands silhouetted in the doorway. Shadows flicker across his snout as he scans the room, nostrils flaring at the scent of meat.]
The music halts. Every pig freezes as Wolf steps forward, claws tapping menacingly on the wooden floor. He bares his teeth, voice cold and sharp.
"Well, well, what a lovely spread! Mind if I join the party—or should I say, make you the main course?"
Cousin Percy drops his apples, and Aunt Petunia clutches her pearls. Tension crackles in the air, and the firelight flickers ominously.
Wolf[/@ch_5] stalks toward the table, his gaze catches a covered platter at its center. The lid is lifted by Mama Pig, revealing succulent, steaming meat—distinctively lupine, with a tail still attached. The pigs watch intently as recognition dawns in the wolf’s yellow eyes.]
"Wait—what is that? That’s…that’s—wolf!"
His voice cracks with horror, lips curling back as his bravado crumbles. The pigs exchange glances, their faces sly.
"Why yes, it’s our special tonight. Care to stay for a taste?"
Wolf's fur bristles, sweat beads on his brow, and the room seems to shrink around him.
Cousin Percy[/@ch_3] swings a heavy skillet, Aunt Petunia flings a net, and Papa Pig blocks the door. Light flashes on shiny cleavers and the piglets cheer from behind chairs.]
"He thought we’d be easy pickings, didn’t he?"
"Get away from me! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!"
A whirlwind of hooves and snouts, the pigs close in, subduing Wolf with practiced teamwork. The struggle ends with the wolf trussed up like a roast, eyes wide in disbelief.
Mama Pig[/@ch_2] expertly seasons the wolf, while Papa Pig sharpens his carving knife. The pig family moves with practiced efficiency, their faces a mixture of triumph and dark amusement.]
"A little rosemary, a dash of garlic… He’ll be delicious by dawn."
"Please! This is a nightmare! I’ll never eat pork again, I swear!"
"Oh, you won’t be eating anything, darling. You’ll be the main attraction."
The oven door closes with a final, echoing thud, and the pigs burst into laughter.
Papa Pig raises his mug in a toast, his voice booming.
"To family, cleverness, and never underestimating a pig!"
"And to knowing what’s for dinner before you barge in!"
The guests cheer, forks clatter, and laughter rings out. Outside, the countryside is peaceful once more, the only sign of last night’s drama a stray tuft of gray fur on the doorstep.
