Mr. Pigbert looked around desperately, but there was no way around it: he was lost, hopelessly lost.
Anywhere he looked, he saw nothing but snow, ice and barren rocks.

It was then when Mr. Pigbert noticed a figure of a stranger slowly making his way across a frozen plateau.
"Oh, joy!" - Mr. Pigbert exclaimed. "Surely this nice man will be happy to meet me! Surely he has lots and lots of tasty carrots that he will generously share with me!" - so thought Mr. Pigbert, for he was very hungry indeed and would appreciate a juicy carrot or two.

Ah, children! There is nothing that would give me greater pleasure than to tell you that this was the beginning of the unlikely friendship between a man and a pig, that Mr. Pigbert and the nice stranger had many wondrous adventures together, that they explored every corner of the world, (including even the ever-so-elusive mushroom biomes), survived the encounter with Herobrine and lived happily ever after. But the duty of the narrator is to narrate, (a word which here means: to describe and to summarize events of carnage, gruesomeness and occasional porcucide in a truthful and accurate manner) and what a sorry narrator would I be if I deceived you by telling you that Mr. Pigbert survived that day and lived long enough to return home to Mrs. Pigbert and three adorable little pigbertlings! No, dear children. I will not deceive you thus, but at least I will spare you the gruesome, tragic conclusion of Mr. Pigbert's tale and let your young, imaginative minds complete this dark picture of slaughter, butchery and deliciousness.

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OK, this was my weaksauce Lemony Snicket impersonation. You can find the other part of the story here. (Why would you want to? It's a pretty lousy story.)

As always, you can tell me what you think, and also suggest what to draw next. I could draw a mob, a landscape or a person. You decide!