True, I was and had accepted this body as mine. True, the animal life I now lead has overcome the human will to exceed. My own foolish desire for sensual lust has dragged me down to this low estate.
Know as my body relaxed the sights, sounds, and smell of this my home touches the essence of a once upstanding human. Upstanding, a word which now can not describe a boar hog in any way, shape, of form. I stand not up but down here in the mire of swine's habitat. One must look down to see how low I've gone. Here I am in the muck and mire left by these animals. This is the heritage they leave me to know, and fool as I am have helped them place me here.
Odd it is now to reflect on this bristled state and simple form. My one desire in life is to mount sows and stir my cock deep. I would to unload and feel the rush of semen surge from my cock. Oh but I'd wanted so much more of myself, so many things that humans can attain and boars care not. Those friends and my family meant a lot to me as a man, but here and now all that is gone. People know not the thoughts of a lusty boar hog and care even less to consider about me.
I have two things as the purpose to be on the earth now. I am here to increase the numbers of this spieces and grow fat for ultimate slaughter, this is now my heritage.