“Come on Napoleon! Let’s walk over towards the fields.” I called to the little piglet from a few steps ahead. He let out a little snort and barricaded closer to me until he finally sat down with a thump on the freshly mown grass. The piglet had always been near and dear to my heart, ever since his mother had died leaving him an orphan. It wasn’t uncommon for something like this to happen, but I had been close friends with his mother. She had been gentle and kind to me, one of the few who ever had been. I had promised her that I would take care of her son and make sure that he would learn all that he needed to one day grow up and be a strong, respected boar. I had been trying to teach him all the principles that I had been taught as a young bird, and he was an exceptional student. Even at this young age he was able to comprehend and apply my teaching to his life. Though he was still a piglet, anyone would be able to tell that little Napoleon had an extraordinary strong ambition to learn as much as he could.