FLYING PIG

Moving on, I noticed Dave the Pig sitting glumly on the patio wearing, inexplicably, a pair of wings.

'Hi Dave!' I greeted him, 'How's tricks?'

He sighed and explained that Wilson had told him he was a rare, Tibetan Flying Pig — an endangered species, and probably the last of his kind. 

Dave had been blissfuly unaware of this, always assuming he came from a great lineage: his Mum, after all, had been from the House of Beanie, while his Dad had been of Clan Ty. 

Now, though, it seemed that he must have been adopted, his brief life to date rendered a lie...

I tried to cheer him up, saying that Wilson was obviously mistaken and I'd have a word with him to sort things out...