“How much longer is this gonna take?" Chuck groaned. “It's been, like, a week!"
“We should be there in about two hours," Silver replied. “Just keep holding on."
“I have a couple questions," Matilda said. “First, once we get to this New Land, how are we going to find the pigs?"
“We'll figure that out when we get there," Silver answered. “What's the second question?"
“Why is Chuck's lunch bag squirming?"
Matilda wasn't lying. There were three small bulges in the bag, moving around. Chuck screamed and dropped the bag. Out rolled three familiar bluebirds, whose faces were coated with whatever was left of Chuck's strawberry shortcake.
“Who invited you on board?!" Red scolded.
“The cake did," Jake replied innocently. Chuck looked in the bag and sighed sadly.
“Hi, Silver!" Jay greeted gleefully.
“Hey, guys!" she replied.
“Should we turn around and send them back home?" Bomb asked.
“There it is!" Silver called out.
The New Land was finally in view. It seemed endless, far bigger than any island. But they couldn't see what it looked like.
“I think we're too late for that," Red replied.

Two hours later, the boat began to reach the shore. Red held a rope as Silver flew out of the boat, grabbed the rope with her feet, and pulled the boat into the shore.
“Are you sure this is the right place?" Jim asked. “I don't see any piggies."
“They wouldn't live this close to the ocean," Red answered. “But just in case... Silver, do you think you can fly ahead and find out where the eggs are? Then we'll know where to go."
“Can do!" Silver replied. And with that, she was off.

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It didn't take long for Silver to find where the pigs were staying. The poorly constructed city gave it all away. But where were the pigs?
Then, Silver heard a crowd cheering. She looked around, but still couldn't find any pigs.
Except for one.

Silver wasn't entirely sure, but she had a feeling that the pigs wouldn't be happy to see her. So she smothered her body with green paint, hoping the pig in the streets would buy it.
“Excuse me?" Silver called out. The young pig turned around to face her. “Do you happen to know where King Mudbeard is?"
The pig glared at the fledgling for five seconds and examined her small figure. Silver felt her blood boil.
“He's at his castle in the mountains," he finally answered gleefully. “He's gonna make an announcement. Come on, I'll take you!"
“Never thought someone could be this dumb," Silver whispered to herself as the pig pulled her through the streets. “Could you please let go of my wrist?"
“Oh, sorry," he replied, letting her go. They just decided to walk. “What'd you say your name was, again?"
“Uhh..." Silver trailed off. Her brain went numb. She didn't give him any name, but she didn't think she'd have to. So she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “...Squealer."
“Squealer?" he asked curiously. “What a cute name! My name's Henry. Henry Smoothcheeks."
“Nice to meet you, Henry," Silver greeted. Silver had met Henry before. He was one of her closest friends. He was generally optimistic, but often cried a lot because he never knew his father.
“So, why are you looking for the king?" Henry asked.
“I was just curious," Silver replied.
“Well, my mom, rest her soul, wanted me to give him this letter," the chubby pig said, holding up an envelope.
“What's it say?" Silver asked.
“How should I know?" Henry replied. “I never opened it."
Then, they heard trumpets echoing from the mountains.
“We gotta hurry. Come on!" Silver exclaimed, pulling Henry's arm.

Silver and Henry finally reached Leonard's castle. Every green piggy Silver ever knew was gathered together in an audience.
“Gosh darn, it's cold," Henry shivered. “Aren't you cold, Squealer?"
“A little," Silver replied.
And then, she saw him up on the balcony.
“My dear subjects!" Leonard announced as King Mudbeard. “It has been five years since I've found the eggs. Sure, we may have lost them to the chickens that laid them, but thanks to our friend Silver, who unfortunately couldn't join us, we finally have them once again! Now, who's ready to finish what we started?!"
Everyone cheered except Silver.
“Wonderful! We shall dine tomorrow at sundown!"
Ross sprayed the crowd with a hose, causing everyone to shiver.
Leonard rolled his eyes. “Ross, how many times have I told you not to..."
Suddenly, he spotted an orange beak with a red tip on a green body. Silver noticed and covered her face.
“Ross, give me that hose," Leonard ordered. Ross handed over the hose and Leonard sprayed Silver, revealing her true colors.
Literally.
“O-o-okay," Silver shivered. “N-now I'm co-old."
Before anyone could do or say anything, Silver took off.
“After her!" Leonard ordered.

Every pig was following Silver. She tried to fly away, but her wings were coated in a layer of frost. Eventually, she fell into the snow. The pigs had her surrounded...

Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger. I'm a sucker for suspense.

I'm not going to reveal the contents of Henry's letter, but I am going to let you guess. Let's just have fun with this, come on!

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