Pig One, the eldest, arranges mugs on a tray, his movements precise and measured. Pig Two, with a twinkle in her eye, stirs a pot of spiced apple cider, the sweet aroma filling the air. Pig Three, the youngest, strings party banners across the mantle, humming a mischievous tune. The front door creaks open, and Wolf, lanky and wide-eyed, steps in, tail wagging hesitantly. "Welcome, dear friend! Come in, come in. The night’s far too cold to spend alone," "Oh, thank you! I’ve never been to a pig party before. It smells delicious in here. Is that… apple cider?" "Only the finest! Please, have a seat and drink your fill. Tonight, we celebrate new friendships!"

Pig Three slides a mug to Wolf, who gulps it down eagerly, cheeks flushing. Pig One offers another, winking at his siblings as Pig Two tops up the wolf’s drink. The conversation is warm, but the pigs’ eyes dart to each other with every new toast. "You pigs sure know how to throw a party. I feel so… so cozy. Like I’ve known you forever," "That’s the spirit! We believe in making everyone feel at home. Have another slice of apple tart, won’t you?" "Yes, relax. You’re among friends here. No reason to worry at all," "We insist. Eat, drink, and be merry—tonight’s all about you,"

Wolf sways, eyelids drooping, as Pig One fluffs a pillow beside the pie crust. Pig Two coaxes him upright, guiding him toward it, while Pig Three hums a lullaby, smoothing out the dough. "You’re… you’re all so nice. Is that my bed? Smells like… dessert," "A special bed, just for you. We wouldn’t have our guest sleep anywhere less," "Lay down, and let the sweet dreams take you. We’ll tuck you in tight," "Thank you, friends. I’ve never felt so… at home,"

Pig Three pats Wolf’s head gently while Pig One brushes butter across the crust. Pig Two sprinkles sugar, her eyes glinting in the lamplight. "So warm… so comfortable… I never want to leave this bed," "We promise—tonight you’ll rest peacefully, with not a worry in the world," "Sleep tight. We’ll take care of everything,"

Pig Three wipes flour from his snout, watching the crust brown through the oven window. Pig One leans against the counter, a sly smile playing on his lips, while Pig Two polishes off the last mug of cider. "Well, that was easier than building a house out of bricks," "He did say he wanted to feel at home. We just made sure he became part of the family," "Do you think we’ll miss him?" "Only at mealtime,"

Pig One carves the first slice as Pig Two pours more cider and Pig Three raises his fork. The mood is jubilant, but a flicker of ambiguity lingers in their eyes. "To cleverness, unity, and… unexpected guests," "May every wolf find such a warm welcome," "And may we always stick together. After all, family is everything,"