Pig wants to fight with wolf more than with friends

It was a quiet night. I sat in a lounge and looked at the fireflies in the bush before my house.

Robert was laying on the ground next to my lounge. When I raised a cup of hot tea to drink, he said, “These few days I didn’t see your friends coming.”

“I will see them when they bring me the seeds of vegetables they want me to grow for them, the soil to grow those vegetables and the well to water the vegetables,” I said and put the cup on the table.

Robert wagged his head. “I see,” he said.

We were silent for a few seconds then he asked, “Why do you give rose apples to crow?”

“She helped work for me. Actually, I paid her already but I still gave it to her for an extra.”

“Why do you make friends with her? She is a crow. A crow is not a good bird.”

“Though she is an honest informant who tells me about the wolf.”

“I heard about you and the wolf. He is your enemy. You think a lot when you need to fight with him, but I notice you were relaxed after that. Different from telling your friends to bring the seeds, the soil and the well; you look not relaxed.”

I showed a tired smile, “Fighting with an enemy is easier than fighting with a friend. I use a lot of energy - because my friends are toxic.”