“A truffle!” Pennipoe wiggled her curly pink tail and took dainty dancing steps with her little hoofed feet while balancing a tiny truffle on her nose.
“That’s not a truffle!” Boomed Poe O., her big pig brother. “That’s a tiny speck of a truffle wanna-be.”
“But it IS a truffle,” Pennipoe said, “and I found it”. She placed it securely in her basket.
Poe O. rolled his eyes. “Fine, keep the baby truffle; I’m searching for the Megalo Truffle.”
“That’s just a fairy story,” said Pennipoe.
“No. The Megalo Truffle is a giant golden truffle as big as my head” said Poe O. kneeling until he was nose to nose with Pennipoe.
Poe O. was so close to her face that his two eyes looked like one big eye. She could feel a tickle in the middle of her forehead. “That’s huge,” said Pennipoe with wonder.
“For a truffle, it is,” said Poe O. backing away then prancing around with his nose in the air.
Pennipoe imagined her whole basket stuffed full with the giant golden truffle. She would smell it and smell it again and hop and skip all the way home to show grandma. Pennipoe’s nose perked up. It wasn’t just her imagination, she was smelling something delicious.
Her squiggly piggy tale began to wind up, and ZOOM she was off. Her hooves dug in the dirt in a halting slide that brought her nose to nose with a cluster of tiny truffles.
“Three truffles, three in one!” Pennipoe cheered. She plucked them up and put them in her basket.
“So what. It’s not the Megalo Truffle,” said Poe O. He began climbing up higher on the banks of the creek in the woods.
But Pennipoe didn’t hear him. She was off to pick more truffles. Her basket was getting fuller and fuller.
“Jackpot!” Poe O. shouted.
Pennipoe looked up from her basket. “What is it Poe O.?” she asked.
“Only two of the biggest juiciest truffles I’ve ever seen,” said Poe O.
Pennipoe scrambled up to the top of the bank to see where Poe O. was pointing his nose. There growing amidst twisted limbs springing from the washed away roots of a tree were…
“Two fat truffles!” Pennipoe exclaimed.
Poe O. snatched the basket from Pennipoe and gave all the truffles a toss. They fell with many mini ploppety plops into the water.
“You,” Pennipoe was shaking with anger.
“Big,” she faced her brother eye to eye,
“Just get in the basket,” he began nudging and working her down into the basket. “Then I’ll tie this vine to it,” Poe O. explained.
“Might as well,” said Pennipoe, “it’s the only chance we have for truffles now.”
Poe O. began to ease Pennipoe across the creek. The basket bobbed up and down and left and right. She struggled to shift her weight to keep upright.
In one great lunge, Pennipoe threw herself at the bank and began digging at the mud with her hooves to get enough footing to pull her up.
“Oh no,” Pennipoe cried. The basket was stuck to her back side. She dragged it up onto the bank. She squirmed and fought, but she was stuck tight.
“Ha, ha, ha,” Poe O. laughed. “It’s a bonus freak show!”
Pennipoe ignored her brother’s remark and shimmied up to the truffles sniffing and sniffing the wondrous aroma.
She dug up one and then the other. Pennipoe nuzzled the truffles until they fit each one under a front leg.
Poe O. pulled on the vine drawing Pennipoe and the basket back into the water, but the basket was front heavy and tipped forward. Pennipoe’s face plunged into the creek. She couldn’t breath. The weight of the truffles was pulling her down. She had to let go.
“Now look what you’ve done,” said Poe O. as he pulled her up on the bank and pried her out of the basket.
“Look what you did tossing my truffles right out of the basket,” said Pennipoe.
“Those truffles were nothing,” said Poe O.
“They were a lot better than nothing, but you had to be a greedy pig!”
“You wanted the big truffles too,” said Poe O.
“Sure I did,” said Pennipoe, “It’s okay to want more if you’re thankful for what you've got.”
Poe O. carried soggy wet Pennipoe on his back and home to grandma. There would be no truffles for dinner, but even corncobs would taste good after a day like today.
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