There are three (not so little) pigs in this collective:
Delilah, the Fat
She likes hanging out in pigloos and eating all day. Never runs anywhere, and gets real flat when you give her a good rubdown.
Riley, the Athlete
Recognizes the third dimension, and so has a penchant for climbing on low-level cardboard boxes. Knows how to go down stairs, but has a problem with up. Likes to run laps around the cage when conditions are right.
Camilla, the Queen
About 60% fluff and 40% sass. Her favorite pastime is finding the pigloo that Delilah's in, and snuggling next to her, which vexes Delilah to no end. Most of the time, they figure it out, but sometimes you just have to help a pig understand that it's possible to just... move.
Now, I'm not interested in just handing them off to any ol' person who wants a fun distraction for their kids or classroom. I'm really serious when I say that I would love to just transplant my entire setup to someone else's house, making sure the pigs' lives are the same quality in their new home as they've had here.
Yeah, I know. They're just pigs, right? But I signed up to take care of them, and I take that responsibility seriously. I'm sentimental like that. If you have other living arrangements for them, though, then I'll just hand over the pigs, the hay and the pellets.