Wild Boars of the Iberian Forest

Oliver Otter had come a very long way to visit Spain. One cool golden morning, he stood at the edge of an Iberian forest, smoothing his little waistcoat and peering between the cork oak trees. The air smelled of dry leaves, wild thyme, and distant sea salt.

Oliver had heard that wild boars lived here, snuffling through the soil with their strong noses. They were not farm pigs, but clever, sturdy woodland animals, wearing shaggy coats and sharp tusks instead of collars and bells. Carefully, Oliver opened his notebook. Today, he wished to learn how they lived, what they ate, and why they were so important to this sunny Spanish forest.

Somewhere ahead, a twig snapped, and the leaves rustled softly.