Oink the Pig Squirrel

Oink The Pig Squirrel A rougue squirrel invaded the quiet country farm, where it was once known as the most ideallyic farm to live in the land. No one knew where it came from. The cows whispered about it in low, uneasy moos. The chickens refused to leave their coop after sunrise. Even the old sheepdog, who had faced storms and strangers alike, kept one wary eye on the treeline. Then one morning, it appeared. Not quite a squirrel. Not quite a pig. It had the round pink snout and soft ears of a piglet, but behind it rose a great bushy tail, flicking with restless energy. In its tiny hooves, it clutched an acorn like treasure.