Our story opens today on Farmer John's farm. Where we see that his sow, Annabelle has given birth to four piglets.

"Hoo wee." said Farmer John "Annabelle you sure have got yourself a doozy of triplets."

Annabelle nodded.

"I'll leave you to feed them." Farmer John left the pigpen "I'm gonna go milk the cows."

As soon as the farmer left, Annabelle went to greet her new children.

"Welcome to the world children." She said.

There were three babies, they were quite big for piglets.

"You boys are quite big for some people who were already born. First, I must name you now." She said to the her babies "Let's see, I'll name you guys."

"What are you going to name us mother?" asked one of the piglets.

"Let's see," She pondered "I'll name you guys Mort, Gort, and Wart."

"I'm Mort." said the first pig.

"I'm Gort." said the second one.

"And I'm Wart." the third one finished.

"Mort, Gort, Wart..." She said "Welcome to your home. It's a farm and you'll love it here."

Just then, something shook underneath Annabelle's stomach. It was another piglet, but it was smaller.

"My, my." She picked up her fourth child "You're a little one aren't you. How could I have missed you? Now I have to name you as well. Let's see I'll call you...Orson. Do you like it?"

"Yes I do." the fourth piglet nodded.

"Welcome to the world Orson." She happily said.

"Thanks mom." said Orson. "But one question though."

"What is it dear?" She asked.

"What's a world?" Orson asked.

"A world is the place we all live in." Annabelle explained "We all live together in one big happy family and a diverse background. Everyone's different, but we are all more alike. We just do things in a different way. That's what a world is Orson."

"Mom when do we eat?" asked Orson "I'm hungry. After all, I was just born and I need food."

"Right here Orson." Annabelle pointed to Mort, Gort, and Wart eating under her belly "Join your brothers."

"Got a straw?" Orson asked.

After eating from his mother's stomach, Annabelle set Orson down to talk.

"Orson, you are a runt." She told him.

"What's a runt mom?" Orson asked his mother.

"It means you're very special." She explained.

Orson looked up and saw his giant brothers with scary faces.

"And that must mean I'm short." He gulped.

"Why don't you find someone on the farm to play with Orson?" asked his mother.

"Sure mom." Orson smiled.

Orson tried asking the other animals to play, but nobody wanted to. They were all too big to play with him.

"Hey Orson!" said his brothers "Wanna play runt ball?"

"Sure." Orson smiled.

They started playing runt ball, but it turned out that runt ball was a game that had Orson as the ball.

"Wasn't that fun Orson?" Mort cackled "Wanna play some more?"

"No no no!" Orson said "I think I'll explore the farm more."

Orson went to the cornfield and took out a shuck of corn.

"I wonder if this tastes better than my mother's milk." Orson looked at the corn.

But before he could, his brothers came right to him.

"Hey runt!" Gort grabbed the corn "Gimmie that corn!"

Thinking quick, Orson swept off his feet, grabbed the corn, and dodged his brothers from under the fences.

"There are advantages to being a runt you know." He started to eat the corn.

For the next few weeks, Orson discovered a lot of amazing things on the farm including; the wonders of books and the relaxation of mud wallowing. However, he didn't get along too well with the other animals or his brothers.

"We're you brothers Orson." said Mort "We'd do anything for each other."

"That's true." Orson smiled "We would."

"We'd even eat dirt for each other." Wart chuckled.

"I'm lost in this weird conversation." Orson remarked.

Meanwhile inside the farmer's house, the Farmer and his wife were having an adult conversation.

"We can't keep that runt anymore darling." said his wife "We must get rid of him."

"You're right." said Farmer John "We have to put him down."

The farmer went outside and picked up Orson.

"Sorry runt." said the Farmer "I can't keep you anymore. You have to go."

The Farmer threw Orson into a crate on his tractor.

"What?" He asked when the farmer left "What's going on?"

Just then, Annabelle came to the crate.

"Orson!" She gasped "What's going on?"

"The man says I have to leave mom." Orson explained "He says I gotta go."

"Oh dear." Annabelle gasped.

"I don't know why the farmer wants me to leave." Orson said "What did I ever do to him?"

"Let's just say the farmer couldn't give you the love and care you deserve." Annabelle explained.

"Somehow I get the feeling that mom is hiding something very traumatizing from me." Orson thought.

Yes it's true, she was. You see, when the runt doesn't get fed, the farmer has to either kill it or sell it to another farmer. It's traumatizing indeed readers.

Just then, the farmer got into his truck and started up the car.

"I don't wanna go mom." Orson cried a little "There's no one out there and it'll be sad and lonely."

"Just remember Orson, there are people that care about you and when you care for them, you'll never be alone." Annabelle told Orson.

"I hope so mom." Orson sniffled "Goodbye."

And with that, the truck drove right out of the barnyard and onto the dirt road. Soon, the farm was way out of sight and so was the barnyard in general.

"Off to Famous Dave's for you runt." Farmer John chuckled.

"That cant be good." Orson shivered.

Just then, the Farmer hit a speed bump and the crate that Orson was in flew right into the deep dark forest and broke to smithereens.

"Oh no." Orson gasped "I'm stuck in the deep dark woods. All alone."

Author's Note:

Oh no! Orson has been taken from his mother after he was just born and now he's stuck in the deep dark woods on his own and has no idea where he is or what he's gonna do to fend for himself. Looks like Orson's up the creek without a paddle.