[Hooves crushing dry flower leaves and soft breathing from animals fill the air. The piglets are calmly having lunch. Slightly afar, there are sounds of a coarse brush rubbing the skin of a horse.]
Tinna: There, there, Piper. That wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it? I’m sorry... I know you don’t like it but I have to brush you! Piper neighs softly. Sabewise: Hey, copper top, it’s almost midday. We should be heading to the house soon. T: Don’t call me that, ducky. What is with that look on your face? T: You look worried, Sabie. S: What? No. It’s just Kip getting heavy and my noodle arms hurt. T: Don’t try to fool me, I know when something’s wrong. S: Fine, I’ll tell you, but please don’t tell mother, since I plan to do that myself. T: I swear on the piglets! S: Our harvest have been getting more scarce each year, and I don’t know what’s causing it. T: Hmmm... That’s not good news. T: Let’s go to our mother, then! You have to tell her as soon as possible! S: I don’t think she’ll know what to do about this, Tinna. T: That’s possible, yes, but she must have some sort of advice. S: Okay, I have to start preparing lunch, anyway.
