Mark drove down the street, grumbling under his breath.
Of course his sister’s toy pig had to be in the garage when he was working on his truck, and of course oil spilled on itl, and, of course, his parents made him go buy a new one.
Honestly, He thought, pulling into his parent’s driveway,, It’s such a pa-
“Get back here!”
He could only stare, shocked, as an actual pig sailed over the hood of his car, an orange horse-thing sailing after it.
Parking and quickly getting out and running after them, he saw that they weren’t even touching the ground, both creatures gliding on air.
“Gotcha!” The horse-thing cried out in a farm girl voice, grabbing the pig. “Now le’s get you in’ Twi’s flight powder back through the portal.”
Turning, she saw Mark staring at her with a slack jaw.
“Uh... Hi?”
When pigs fly... He thought.