"Okay, Dudley," Becca said with a grin, leaning against the fence

Dudley Bud was thrilled when his friend Becca invited him to help out on her family's farm. Well, "thrilled" might have been a bit strong—he was promised snacks afterward, and that was good enough for him. So, here he was, standing in front of a pen of snorting, snuffling pigs, a burlap sack of feed slung over his shoulder, and a slightly dazed look in his eyes. The morning sun was already high, and Dudley had definitely taken a "meditation break" before showing up, which was perhaps not his wisest move.

"Okay, Dudley," Becca said with a grin, leaning against the fence. "You just have to scatter the feed evenly, make sure they all get some."

"Right. Even distribution. No favoritism among the piggies." Dudley nodded sagely, adjusting the sack as if he were about to give the performance of a lifetime. "I got this. Easy-peasy."

He tried to walk with purpose, but the mud had other ideas. Within two steps, his sneakers squelched in the muck, and Dudley wobbled dangerously before toppling forward with a loud "Aw, man!" The burlap sack burst open upon impact, sending feed flying everywhere like confetti at a particularly piggy party.

The pigs went wild, snorting and jostling each other to grab the unexpected bounty. One particularly bold pig nudged Dudley in the side, perhaps hoping he had more snacks hidden somewhere on his person.

"Okay, okay, chill, dude!" Dudley exclaimed, trying to stand but finding his hands buried deeper in the mud. "Personal space! Ever heard of it?"

Becca was doubled over with laughter at the fence. "You good there, buddy?"

"Totally fine!" Dudley managed to half-rise, but then another pig—whom he mentally nicknamed "Chonky Boy"—bumped him right back down. "Aw, man, this little guy's relentless."

Becca wiped a tear from her eye. "You're the one who fed them in your own special style."

Dudley finally got back on his feet, covered head-to-toe in mud, bits of feed sticking to his hair. He stared at the enthusiastic pigs with wide eyes. "Well, I think they like me now. Too much."

One of the pigs gave him a friendly snort and nudged a small pile of feed toward him as if offering a truce. Dudley picked up a handful and shook his head. "No, thanks, dude. I'm good."

Becca came over, holding out a towel and still giggling. "You did great. Maybe next time we'll skip the pre-farm 'meditation.'"

Dudley grinned and shrugged. "But then we'd miss out on all this muddy magic. Aw, man, the pigs know how to party."

With the pigs now happily munching, Dudley sighed and leaned against the fence. It was another clumsy Dudley Bud adventure, but hey—he’d made some new animal friends and learned that even pigs appreciate a chaotic feast.