It was a pink and playful afternoon. Outside their house, right at the fence, two girls dressed as piglets were shining in the sun. They wore their pink outfits, tight and flirty, with little ears that moved whenever they laughed.

They jumped, made pig noises, and popped small balloons filled with confetti that exploded like colored fireworks. Their laughter mingled with the explosions, filling the air with joy.

Each explosion made their outfits sparkle, and they looked at each other knowingly, playing at gently pushing each other against the fence, as if they were naughty piglets escaping from a barnyard.

The world seemed to stop in that instant: there were only them, their fun, and the innocent game of being free, pink, happy, and a little mischievous little pigs.