The cave of the Crying Pig

'Their footsteps and 'are-we-there-yets' were muffled by the thick jungle air. Some pockets of light and hints of water guided their way through the abundant flora. After another squeak from the twins dad promised to stop for a little swim when a soft whining tone whistled through the air. "You know what?", dad said, "I think we are almost there!". And through a few bushes, in the next beam of light it lay. The Cave of the Crying Pig.'