Part 1 - Mister Pig's problem.
This is a story well known to those who know it well. A tale of fear, and shame, and mighty heroes on a quest to right a terrible wrong. And as such tales sometimes do, it starts on a hot summer afternoon, with the sun beating down and making the bees and butterflies drowsy, and the cats comfortably warm...
The garden is neutral space for the local cats, with a flat-roofed shed that makes a good place to sit and survey the surrounding area. The roof is accessible from the top of a nearby fence, and there are usually at least a few cats laying about up there, discussing important cat business.
Today, the last day of a blazing hot June, is no exception. The conversation has been largely concerned with rumours of Boggins, with occasional diversions into the deteriorating mouse population in the nearby fields, and whether or not these new-fangled red dots are all they're cracked up to be as a form of entertainment.
Mister Pig, Dreamcatcher to his friends, is the last to arrive this day, and sits at the furthest corner of the roof. Even the most oblivious of those present can sense that something is troubling him.