Carl snorted and scratched his voluminous gut idly as he read the list over.
"What's a mud maker do?" he asked, tilting his head to the left.
"They prepare specially formulated mud for order by other pigfolk," Hannah answered. "It's a very luxurious thing to order, I hope some day I can afford it."
"Well, I guess that's a good enough job to take..." he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Then it's settled!" the elder pig announced. "Carl Mudmaker, welcome to the society!"
"Wait, that's my last name now?" Carl asked in surprise.
"Yep! Carl and Hannah Mudmaker!" Hannah cooed as she curled her arm around his. "Come along, now that we're a pair, we've entered the middle class and can finally get a place to ourselves!"
"We wouldn't have otherwise?" Carl was very confused by all that was happening, and so suddenly too.
"Oh, yeah. I've spent years in a communal sty with the other lower-class sows. But now that I have you, I can go to the middle, and middle pigfolk are given a private sty all to ourselves. Just you and me!"
"And the upper class gets...?" Carl asked, bringing a hooflike hand to his chin as Hannah led him from the chambers.
"Oh, they get a very luxurious home, servants, yardspace, everything. It's what we all aspire to and so few of us actually achieve."
"Well, how does one achieve that?" Carl asked. Upper class sounded great, and he wanted to know how to do it. Not just for him, but for her as well.
"Oh, well... oh, you don't have to worry about that now. We'll just focus on getting settled into the middle class. Get used to our new job, make our new home our own, eventually have some piglets of our own..."
A jolt of shock ran through Carl's system at that. Piglets? Children? Was he even remotely ready for parenthood? And why wasn't Hannah willing to tell him the details of moving up to the upper class?