" Where?"
"There," you say and point towards the ocean.
"What is it?" asks Piglet with concern in his voice.
"Looks like.."
"Looks like what?!" Piglet asks clearly nervous.
As you watch the object in the ocean crest over another wave you realize it's a ship. "It's a ship, Piglet."
"Who do you think is on it? Think it's those evil main landers coming here to force us to diet and get skinny?!" Piglet squeals in fear.
"You believe too many campfire stories," you calmly tell your fatter friend, but deep down you feel a bit uneasy about the approaching boat which only seems to grow larger as it gets closer to the shore.
After a couple of more minutes the ship is finally in full view and you can see it's not a floating city, nor is it a dingy or row boat. About the size of a yacht.
"A hoy!" calls a man on the boat as it comes to a stop.
On deck you see a man waving at you, but it's not like any man you've ever known. The man is tall and skinny, without any curves on his body. He is slim!
"Slim people!" Piglet says and begins waddling back to the village as fast as his thick thighs can carry him.
"Piglet, wait," you call, but your spooked friend is too far gone.
You watch as smaller boat is lowered into the water with three of these slim men and the come ashore. When they arrive you don't know how you feel. For once you feel very fat because the three men are all slim, maybe a maximum waist size of 32", but at the same time you feel very nervous. You've never been alone with one of the main landers. And after hearing the horror stories from ship wrecked people and campfire stories you feel pretty afraid.
"My gosh! See boys! This is why you can't do everything by satellite," says the oldest of the three. A man in his 40's with some salt and pepper stubble wearing a polo shirt and cargo shorts. He quickly walks over to you and grabs your love handles," See boys! They grow them pretty big on this island. This young man must be one of the biggest."
"Biggest?" you echo," Me?"
"Yeah, are you?" asks the man letting go of your belly.
"No actually," you admit feeling yourself blush," I'm one of the slimmest in my age."
"He speaks remarkably good English," comments a man with fine blond hair and thick rim glasses.
"They might be fat, but they aren't uneducated," says the older man in front of you. He returns his attention back to you," Oh, my apologies. Where are my manners? I'm Dr. Field. I'm a biologist doing a study about your island culture and the people."
"I’m Cub,” you greet.
“There was a second on the shore, where did he go?” asks the one with the glasses.
“Yes, and what was his name?” asks Dr. Field.
“That was my friend Piglet,” you say,” He went to the village to inform them about you guys. He was a little frightened.”
“Piglet? Cub?” Dr. Field remarks and thinks.
“Why would he be frightened?” asks the third man, who looks much more muscular then the other two with an anchor tattoo showing on his arm below his tight polo.
“There’s stories about the main landers,” you say.
“Like what?” asks the one with the glasses taking out an electronic device and begins to type using one hand.
“Like you kidnap kids and force them to do hours of exercise without a treat afterwords,” you say remembering an old story your Dad told you.
“Ha ha, no my boy,” smiles the one with the anchor tattoo,” Where’s not here to kidnap you.”
“Paul is right, we’re only here to observe, ask question and see how your culture has evolved all on its own,” says Dr. Field.
“That’s interesting,” you say.