I had a dream that I was hanging out with a pig all day long. A talking pig. We had a great time. The pig met all my friends, we hung out in the park, we did all sorts of fun things.
At the end of the day, the pig’s ride came to pick it up. We said bye to the pig, and the pig seemed very sad about leaving. We were like “Uh… bye.” what is up with that?
Then we realized that the pig was going back to its farm to be slaughtered.
Why didn’t it just ask for help??? I guess it’s part of pig culture that they understand their time has come and try to just accept it.