Chef Pinky, the eldest and most meticulous, sharpens his cleaver while sizing up their captive. Chef Snout, round and jovial, prepares a basin of warm water and aromatic herbs. Chef Trotter, the youngest, checks the oven’s temperature, his gaze flickering between the wolf and the recipe book. "Tonight, we create a dish never before seen in these woods," declares Chef Pinky, his voice thick with authority and excitement.

"A good marinade begins with oil and fresh herbs," remarks Chef Snout, rubbing olive oil and crushed garlic into the wolf’s exposed skin. "Don’t forget the sea salt—it brings out the flavor," adds Chef Trotter, pouring a cascade of crystals over the wolf’s limbs. The pigs move with practiced precision, their culinary skills on full display as they transform their adversary into the centerpiece of a gourmet meal.

"Everything must be arranged just so—presentation is half the pleasure," muses Chef Pinky, carefully positioning sprigs of rosemary atop the wolf. "He’ll be tender and fragrant after a slow roast," assures Chef Snout, sliding the tray into the oven. The kitchen fills with the crackle of oil and the earthy perfume of roasting vegetables, as anticipation mounts.

"It smells divine. I never thought wolf could be so... inviting," says Chef Trotter, his eyes wide with curiosity. "A feast worthy of legends," agrees Chef Snout, raising his glass in a toast. The pigs’ laughter and chatter echo through the kitchen, carrying the promise of an unforgettable meal.

"To the triumph of pig cuisine!" proclaims Chef Pinky, carving the first slice. "Let’s savor every bite," says Chef Snout, serving generous portions. "This is the taste of victory," whispers Chef Trotter, savoring the tender meat and caramelized vegetables. Their faces glow with satisfaction as they revel in the rich flavors, savoring their culinary revenge.

"We’ve proven that pigs can cook—and conquer," reflects Chef Pinky, a smile tugging at his lips. "Tomorrow, perhaps we’ll try something new," muses Chef Snout, already dreaming of their next recipe. "I wonder what other flavors the forest hides," ponders Chef Trotter, gazing into the night. The pigs drift into contented silence, their culinary adventure complete—for tonight.