The new swine were treated differently as Boris and Circe came in with evil smiles and intentions. "hahahahahhhha!!! Well, well, well, look at what we have here, nice piggies. Some of you will make good tasty meals, while some of you will be useful on the farm, while the rest of you will breed pigs for me. Boris inventory these fine swine and process them!!!" "Yes maam!" Bully whips came out, and some of the swine got it on their behinds. They were all rounded up and weighed in. The fattest and most immobile pigs would get fattened up to a point where they could not move they would be slaughtered. The others that were plump, but slimmer, were considered fine breeds and used for breeding while the others if average, would be considered for farming or pets. 26 were going to be used for breeding, while 12 were saved for slaughter and feasting and 12 for farming. Beth and Wil would be used in the breeding group. They were all taken to the blacksmith shop. Each swine got a number on their behind. 1s were in the breeding group. 2s would be special purpose and 3s were heading to the dinner plate and were collared and leashed. Wil and Beth were fortunate enough not to be 3s, at least for now. As each swine got their behind tattered with the iron, you could hear loud squeals. Then they were led to their destinations.