Tottering my balance on two legs was quickly becoming impossible. In a harsh thud I hit the ground with my forelegs and cloven hooflets.
My eyes wenced as the shock and pain of my fall hit the merging brain of human and hog. I looked up at her with longing but my face now all hog does not show my expressions. Opening my mouth to beg for her mercy only a squeal rings in my ears.
Kneeling down she scratched my prickly chin, "Good piggy, I like you best this way! My Squire will be most happy to have another boar for his large number of sows. Indeed dear piggy you have a lot of work and pleasure ahead! If you work there well I shall consider a better working place for you, but fail and you spend the next few seasons as a fattening dinner center piece!"
A rope about my neck I was dragged off to be King of the sow pens.