I went to a farm with my boyfriend to visit his friends who lived there, but then he had to go back to London for work, and I stayed behind on the farm with his friends, who were very wise and taught me lots of things.
Then a pig gave birth to little piglets and the friends said I could have one for my very own and that they would take care of it for me because it wasn’t fair to raise a piglet in the city, but that it would definitely be all mine and then when it grew up I could kill it and eat it at a celebration of my choosing.
I was obviously very excited because I loved my piglet very much.
When my boyfriend came back up to the farm we spent a lovely afternoon together, with me running around in the yard chasing after my little piglet and him sitting on an upturned bucket singing The Kinks’ Animal Farm to me.
Then I woke up all snotty because I caught bloody swine ‘flu from my bloody dream.
[A TRUE STORY]
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