Once upon a time on a farm not so far from here there lived a pig named Welda. Though I should tell you Welda was no ordinary pig. She had pink swirles on her thighs, green polka dotted arms, a blue striped chest, and her hair was the color of a freshly picked but little over ripe orange. Welda had a little home in a dirt hollow. Inside she had a bed with a small mirror overhead and a kitchen in the far corner. Welda was a very high spirited pig and was super kind to the other pigs. But the other pigs would role in the mud and make fun of poor pretty Welda.