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. 
            Then one day when the great pigpression fell and the chickens came there was no more slop! It was given to those filthey, nasty, awful, terrible, super bad birds! The pigs went crazy and were extremely mad. After many weeks of starvation-ish Welda came up with a brilliant idea with her little kitchen and a few veggies she would make slop! Immediatley she went and told all the other pigs (Will, Walter, Willow, etc.). But they doubted her terribley. Welda didn't care she began mixing, mashing, pulling, and finally it was done. She brought it out to the other pigs and was shocked by their happiness and praise for her. What really got her was when Wayne the oldest grumpiest pig called her the best. As soon as Welda heard this she then realized that being nothing at all is what makes you blend in rather then stand out.