In a small village, Teva watched his father feed the pigs.

He loved the small pink piglet the most and named it Mocca.

Every day, Teva shared his lunch with Mocca under a big tree.

Mocca enjoyed the sweet apples from Teva's hand.

One afternoon, Teva couldn't find Mocca anywhere.

He looked by the pond, the barn, and the fields but no Mocca.

Feeling sad, Teva sat under the big tree and hoped.

As night fell, Teva heard a soft oink behind the tree.

It was Mocca! She had just been sleeping in a small hole.

Teva hugged Mocca and promised to build a better pen.

From then on, Mocca always had a safe place to sleep.

And Teva never missed a day to visit his piglet friend.