Snorting and rooting around, an oval shaped pink animal made it's presence known.
I had studied this type of common animal before.
A pig, a huge pink pig.
With each squeal I feared the stinky beast would alarm the residents of the house across the field.
Pulling myself up from my hay bed, "Psst, here piggy piggy piggy."
The squealing turned into oinking, fast and deliberate.
I made my way towards the pig's encampment, she jumped for joy.
Sweet fat girl pig just wanted some attention.
During the petting process, the pig jumped and slapped my hand.
I uncloaked into my Quibly form.
The pig went bonkers.
Squealing, oinking, and rooting all the dirt up in her play pen.
I slapped my Quibly hand against a wooden plank and cloaked back into Jonathan.
All this noise had alerted someone, I could hear a quick set of footsteps approaching.
This is a problem.