In the wild world of Angry Birds, birds and pigs remain mortal enemies. Or do they?
It was a calm day, slightly balmy. The wind bringing with it a smell of the spring to come. It was unseasonably warm too, but Jonathan couldn’t be bothered to talk about the weather. He stood tall on the cliff, overlooking the crude, rickety structures and the odd noises that emanated within them. Most of the time it was just rank animal sounds: a squeal here, a snuffle there. But faintly, several times now, Jonathan thought he could the impossibly slight sound of a shell cracking open before its time. More