Mama Goat bustled around the oven, her apron dusted with flour and herbs, humming a gentle tune as she kneaded dough. The Third Pig, sturdy and rosy-cheeked, approached shyly, carrying a basket filled with fresh root vegetables and a tattered recipe book. "I heard you make the crispiest wolf pies in the whole forest," Mama Goat paused, her ears twitching with delight. "Only if I have the right company to help in the kitchen,"

Mama Goat showed The Third Pig how to season the wolf meat, their hooves brushing as they reached for sprigs of rosemary. "My brothers always said I was too tenderhearted to cook wolves, but you make it feel like an art, not a hunt," "Cooking is about love, not anger. When we cook together, we honor the hunt and each other," They exchanged a knowing glance, the air between them warming with more than oven heat.

The Third Pig tried to roll pastry, but it stuck to his hooves, making him snort with laughter. "Here, let me show you the secret—gentle but firm, like you’re coaxing a story from stubborn dough," She guided his hooves, their laughter echoing through the trees, scaring away a nosy squirrel. "I never thought cooking could be this much fun—or this much mess,"

Mama Goat wiped sweat from her brow and sat close beside The Third Pig. "Do you ever wonder if we’re too different, you and I? A goat and a pig, both with wolf stories to tell," "Maybe that’s why we understand each other. We’ve both learned to turn danger into something nourishing," Their eyes met, the forest quiet except for the crackle of firewood.

Mama Goat carved a generous piece and set it on a wooden plate for The Third Pig, her hoof lingering atop his. "This is the best wolf I’ve ever tasted," "That’s because it’s seasoned with trust—and a little rosemary," They laughed, their bond deepening as they savored each bite under the stars.

The Third Pig took Mama Goat's hoof in his. "Would you like to cook with me again? Maybe tomorrow? Or every day?" "I’d love nothing more. Together, we’ll turn every wolf into a feast—and every meal into a memory," The night settled around them, two unlikely friends—and perhaps something more—finding comfort in the warmth of their shared kitchen and dreams.