"What in the world is that thing?!" Coco cried out, running through the forest with the monster meat hot on her trail.
"Why is a pig flying, Coco?!" Lala exclaimed, big fat tears running down her cheeks as she gripped Coco's hair tightly so she wouldn't get whisked away by the wind current.
Picture if you would, a flying pig, no ordinary pig but one with the most glorious bright pink feather wings that were spread wide as it soared through the air— two large, powerful wings sprouted from its back, each one flecked with pink and white.
Its wings were wide and expansive, moving gracefully through the air with powerful beats, gliding effortlessly through the air, pink wings moving in the breeze, feathers streaming behind it, easily catching up to the black haired woman.
The strong wings were able to lift the pig's plump body into the air. Its feet dangled comically above it as it soared through the air, its face scrunched into a look of intense concentration and anger.
