Can I Please Dine With You

It was one of those spring days where everything was fine. The ducks were laying, and the geese were flying in a v-line. The sun was so beautiful, she outshone her own shine. A faerie strutted by with a dandelion I thought was mine. I am off to make some of the tastiest yellow and blue wine. I asked if I could meet her in the next meadow to dine. She climbed up the prettiest most decorative light blue vine. No, she told me, because I am giving all my food to the swine. But wait! I hollered after her. What about the whine? The pigs get to decide, she told me. They will give me a sign. I ran ahead and asked them to please say I was kind to swine. They laughed and said “we don’t know you. Please don’t whine.”