Grunt by John Richardson
He's got crinkly crumply ears, a tiddly widdly button of a snout and absolutely no tail at all. And worst of all - a teeny tiny grunt. He is Wee-skin-and-bones, and not at all like his beautiful brothers and sisters. He decides the only thing to do is run away and lose himself in the forest. Things look pretty bleak until he meets a wise old boar who has a wonderful secret - the secret of being happy - inside-out.