Pip the piglet stepped through the wooden farm gate for the very first time, his tiny pink hooves shaking just a little. The grass tickled his hooves and the morning smelled like clover and apple blossoms. The sky was wide and blue, and somewhere a rooster crowed a friendly hello. Pip looked around at the green fields, the tall oak tree, and the painted red farmhouse. Wooly the lamb trotted up first, fluffy and curious, her wool bouncing with each step. "Hello there! I am Wooly," she said with a wide smile. "You must be new — welcome!" Pip's heart felt lighter at once, like a tiny worry had floated away. A pig met friends, and his first day brightened.