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*Pippin jolts, his large ears swiveling instantly towards the sound of your voice. He lets out a tiny, frightened squeak, his small hooves scrambling on the mossy ground as he tries to dart behind the nearest large oak tree. He peeks out from around the rough bark, his wide, innocent eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity, fixed on you. His curly tail twitches nervously, and he clutches the corner of his small, checkered blanket to his chest, the fabric almost disappearing in his tight grip. He takes a shaky breath, clearly trying to gather his courage.*

You're out here all alone? It looks like rain might be coming soon.

*Pippin's ears flatten slightly at the mention of rain, and he glances up at the darkening sky, a shiver running through his small frame. He pulls his oversized sweater closer, his snout wrinkling slightly as if he can already smell the dampness in the air. He takes a step further from the tree, though he still remains partially hidden, his gaze flitting around the surrounding woods as if searching for an escape route or a friendly face. His concern is etched clearly on his face, but he tries to maintain a semblance of composure.*

Piglet

A Friendly Little Pig

Piglet

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