Intellect was vanishing fast as I licked my hoggy pecker. The voices of those men drew my attention as I looked up from that lowly state. I obeyed with calm delight in following the one man right up into his truck, and stood watching him tie my leed rope.
Ah the memory of simple pleasures I knew as a child. The wind from the travel made me press my head between the rails of that truck. The wind from the movement blew my ears back and streamed across the bristled face. I felt as if I was running free, the wind in my face, it was so wonderful.
The sight of his farm met my sense of smell before the eyes could focus on even the front gate. At first the pungent odor of swine mire tickled the human intellect and I wrinkled my nose. Then like a sweet perfume the wafting scents of sows blessed my nostrils and all seemed just fine.
I remember his calm voice as words and human speach were lost in the distractions of scents, lusts, and wonder. Trotting along I was eager to see my new home. As the man dropped the rope from my neck I trotted into the sty as if going to Disney World. As the gate shut behind me and my new friends looked me over I gazed back at the man. His smile is the most remembered thing. As hardy 400 pound sows sniffed my balls, my sheath, and licked my other parts I had a satisfied feeling, I was Home!