The pig named Cloe was the most respected among domestic animals in Goroshyno village. Being a careful mother of her large family, Cloe managed everything — to feed the little piglets, to clean up in the stable, to look well and to chat with friends from other farms. The first question she was always asked when meeting others was: “How do you manage everything?” To this, Cloe only oinked and smiled. She was pleased to be necessary and useful. Her great and generous heart never let her pass by a suffering being.
So one day, returning from a neighbor’s garden with freshly dug turnips, Cloe noticed in the grass near the fence a small lump of life, which made the squeaky sounds. The good-natured mother moved apart the grass to better examine the creature, and exclaimed plaintively when the baby started to move:
— How did you get here? And where is your mom?
The baby, apparently, was a newborn. He was still blind. He was so small that the pig could not find out what kind of animal he belongs to.
— Whose baby is this? — Several times loudly asked Cloe.
But there was no one nearby. So the pig, in the motherly way, gently took the creature by the scruff and carried it to her stable, where she was waiting for a dozen more piglets.