Wild Hogs

Once upon a time, in far off woods, there lived a family of wild hogs. There were a set of twins in this family; they were the babies of the bunch. One of them, Kris, was the big, black, bulky one that was so strong he could nock over full-grown trees with his head. The other twin, Trey, was the scrawny one that had less strength than a bird. Now Trey was skinny, so skinny that he could fit into anything he found in the woods, through fences, through vines, and into the tiniest holes. One night, on a cold, gloomy night, the twins were running around the forest. Kris, with his “I’m the best at everything” attitude, tried to show off when they came across a group of gilts, female hogs. The leader of the gilts batted her eyes because she loved attention. Kris, with his macho attitude, took off and tried to plow over a full-grown tree with his head. To his surprise, when he hit the tree he didn’t stop, he kept running and running and running until he hit a fence. He was so big that he stuck between the wires of the fence. While Kris was trying to wiggle his broad shoulders free, Trey was spending his time showing the leader of the gilts his secret hiding place that only him and her could fit in. Trey and the leader of the gilts spent the rest of their days rummaging through the forest finding their own little hiding spots, while Kris spent the rest of his days stuck in a fence.
Just goes to show how the little guys can come out on top and it’s not always the best thing to be big and macho.