When the pig was first created, it was made with wings, so that it could fly. Each wing was about 1 metre, and it had wings on each side of it’s body. The pigs loved to fly, and did it all the time, even though it wasn’t necessary. They would live up in the trees, just so that they had to fly to get anywhere. In the trees, they would make nests, like they had learned from the birds. Of course, the pigs made their nest a lot bigger.
The pigs thought this was a good life. Except one pig, Rob, who got airsick. He hated that the nests were so high up in the air, because he got sick whenever he flew. He was always teased by the other young pigs, because he rarely flied. They would laugh at him, and spin around in the air, as they knew that it would make him sick. He hated that too. He actually hated most things that involved flying, throwing up, to be made fun of and food. Yes, he hated food. Why? You might ask. Well, I’m not sure, and I don’t think anyone knows but him. Anyway, the real story begins now: