Even though pigs will never have independence in The Matriarchy, I still want to see lots of fireworks tomorrow night. Bonus points if you lose a few fingers!
Having enjoyed the privilege of begging for scraps at the table throughout Being Kind To Pigs Month, as of today I'm back to the indignity of the usual way of doing things.
Shoo pigs! Come on. Let's go. I have a digging crew coming through here tomorrow. I don't want to hear that I'm disturbing your natural habitat. Get out!
