ben

This one is perfect for market. Soft, fat, lazy, overindulged.. He’ll be slaughtered in the morning and butchered, sold out by 17:00 as everyone enjoys their barbecues.

“Let me feel your belly… ah yes, tender flanks of meat - you’ve turned into a real piggy haven’t you. You’re even stinking like one”

The true sign of when your pig is ready. The witch prodded him in the cage. Fattened up for two weeks now, he’d turned plump and grotesque, bathed in his own sweat, odour and farts, that became grosser by the day.