It's best not to anger a girl who can turn boys into pigs. You decide to step forward and reveal your presence.
"Ahem... hello, miss", you greet her, awkwardly.
"Oh, _you_", she says. "Enjoying the show?"
"I just got here by chance", you hastily excuse yourself, "I didn't want to interrupt the.. the.."
"Ritual? Spell? Sacrifice?", she asks, smiling coldly. "Well, good for you you didn't. You would have been the fifth of Four Little Pigs there", and she points at the
now fully transformed pigs.
Whew. And to think your first instinct had been to go there and help the boys...
"Speaking of which", you reply, with growing self-confidence, "isn't all this a bit too harsh for four peeping-toms?" You bite your tongue as soon as you finish the
sentence. You've just _judged_ her actions! Hah! She's probably gonna turn you into a frog or something...
To your surprise, she laughs. "Don't be silly! You really think I changed them into pigs for good? They'll be back to their dirty little selves by tomorrow. I just
wanted to scare them a little!"
"How generous of you", you comment, half joking and half fearing her wrath.
She laughs again. "That's neat: _How generous of you, Princess of the Magical Realm of Pig-Boys! Oh please let me grovel at your feet!_". She laughs again. You
try to laugh with her, but your throat feels parched. Noticing your efforts, the girl smiles at you. It's the first real smile you see on her lips.
"Still afraid, aren't you?", she asks. You nod. "Still think I'm gonna turn you into a squealing heap of ham and pork chops?". You nod, again. "Don't worry", she
says, in a calming, almost maternal voice. "I won't do anything to you. I'm not some kind of wicked witch who turns people into beasts for fun. Besides", she adds
with a smile, "you're kinda nice to be with".
You wonder how old this girl _really_ is. Not as young as she looks, that's for sure.
"So, let's be friends, OK?", she finally asks you.