Tres_A sweet pig

Once upon a time, there was an orphan pig that roamed the dusty and lonely roads in Villa Feliz. He had no memory, where he came from, who were his parents, or if he had siblings. His earlier memory was to wake up by the side of the road, everything around him was dark and a chilly wind like a long tongue wetting his back. 
But that was three years ago, now the little piglet, with no memory and no family, had became a different guy, now he was Tres, and this is his story.

MORNING IN GORDA'S HOUSE
Every morning was a delight for Tres, he would wake up near Gorda, his adoptive cow mother. She would bath him with love, as if it was the first time she saw him in that ditch next to the road. She would start asking questions, and he would feign to be sound asleep, until she started tickling him in the neck; then he would wake up with a big and sonorous chain of oinks. 
- Tres honey, don't forget to wash yourself before coming to the kitchen, and remember to call Flaco, so we can have breakfast together.
- Yes, my Gorda, I'll do that right away.
While Gorda was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the whole and diverse community of the farm: hens, goats, donkey, horses, dogs and cats; Tres would take a quick bath in the trough next to the entry door of the barn, and would start his chasing game with Flaco his adoptive dog father.
Moving like a round and agile James Bond, he would hide behind every bush and tree of the perimeter of the farm, looking after Flaco, until one of them with scare the life out of the other, with a great "Aha, I gotcha".
In the way back, they have to take a really good bath in the trough, otherwise Gorda will kick them out of the kitchen, no-one messes Gorda's kitchen floors.
After a hardy breakfast full of vegetables, and maybe some protein substitutes, not to offend any of the members of the barn, each one took to his tasks.
But this was Tres first kindergarten's day. So he washed to the best of his abilities and tried his best to keep the three little curls of this forehead in place. As usual, they did not cooperate.
Gorda, as the good mother she was, took a look at his precious Tres's head and found the rebellious curls; she waited for not invitation, one good cow-tongue in his baby's head will suffice, she thought, but right there and then Gallineta appeared in the door, and everything froze in time: Gallineta's eyes grew big as tomatoes and although Tres tried to avoid Gorda's tongue, it was too late, his curls went all the way back, as properly licked by a cow, no offense intended. The little chick started laughing, or better say chuckling as there was no tomorrow, because Tres looked ashamed of not being able to fix his curls by himself. Tres turned all kinds of red in his piggy chicks. And what it could have turned the worst start of school became a great anecdote, because he remember his mother's words, "the best sample of character is to learn to laugh at yourself"; so in the way to school he and Gallineta could not stop laughing about it.
Gorda has the snapshot to proved, hanging in his fridge, after all this time.