Chewbacca bit into the cooked Porg, savoring it with relish. The tasty meat was unlike anything he had ever eaten before. It was savory and rich, with just the right amount of natural sweetness. He hoped that they would be able to stay on the island for a while. Such delicacies were a rare treat indeed. Blissfully, he continued to enjoy his meal. But, in the shadows on the edge of the campfire, eyes watched the feast. Angry eyes, dangerous eyes, vengeful eyes. Eyes that promised a vast and terrible retribution for their devoured comrade. And come morning, the tribulation would begin.
Chewie awoke the next morning refreshed and rested. The sun was shining, the weather was perfect, and there was not a cloud in the sky. A cool ocean breeze ruffled Chewie's fur. All in all, it promised to be a beautiful day. Suddenly, a sharp chirp broke the silence. Chewie turned and found a Porg staring at him with wide eyes.
Breakfast was the first thing that popped into Chewie's head. He could still taste the delicious meat from last night on his tongue. He growled as he realized that he had left his Bowcaster on the Falcon. He would have to catch it by hand. Carefully, he took a step forward. The Porg did not move. Chewie took another step, then another, then another, then another. Still, the Porg did not move. Now, he was only a few feet away. One leap, and he would have the Porg in his clutches. Trying to contain his excitement, he prepared to spring.
Then, a malicious gleam came into the Porg's eyes. It opened its mouth, and let out a shrill cry. Instantly, Chewie found himself facing not one Porg, but a small army of them. They took up positions behind the Porg he had been hunting in a disturbingly military formation. Chewie felt like a prisoner on trial before a vicious tribunal. Before he could react, the lead Porg released an ear-shattering scream, and the army attacked.
The flock of cuddly little creatures swarmed Chewbacca, trapping him in a swirling vortex of flying bodies and sharp little teeth. He tried desperately to stand his ground. "NO"! He told himself. "I am a Wookiee! I am descended from the greatest warriors in the Galaxy! I will not retreat before a bunch of fat little..." His thoughts on his glorious ancestry were interrupted as a Porg rapped him sharply on the forehead. Chewie grabbed for the Porg, who retreated out of arms reach. Before Chewie could pursue, another Porg got his attention by grabbing a beakful of butt hair and pulling them out by the roots. Completely helpless, Chewie flailed about in a desperate attempt to deter the attackers. As the melee continued, a pair of new Porgs flew into the fray, each holding the opposite ends of a thick vine in their beaks. Swiftly, they wrapped the vine around Chewie's ankles and pulled. Tied together, Chewie's feet were literally yanked out from under him and he hit the ground with a thud. The rest of the Porgs gathered around the vine, chattering excitedly and grabbing it with their beaks. Only too late did Chewy realize what they were doing. "Dear God no..." With a single unified effort, the Porgs flew into the air, taking the vine with them.
Two Caretakers, trudging slowly up the path, came to a screeching halt as a flock of Porgs came flying by carrying a thick vine, from which the mighty Chewbacca was hanging upside down, wailing frantically. As the odd procession passed, the Caretakers looked at each other. Things had definitely gotten weird around the island since the new arrivals had shown up.
Managing to bend his neck upwards, Chewie gasped. Straight ahead, were several of the huge cow like creatures that provided the Island's inhabitants with milk; and the Porgs were headed right for them. They were going to crash into them, he was certain. But, at the last possible second, the Porgs released the vines and broke off, sending Chewie flying headfirst into the bulging belly of one of the beasts. Splayed out on the engorged gut, Chewie slowly looked up. The face that greeted him was anything but friendly.
Chewbacca learned two important lessons that day. First, despite their lumbering, lazy appearance, the cow creatures were perfectly capable of movement. Second, the average speed and agility of any sentient being is exponentially increased when pissed off, even more so if the creature happens to be female.