Wilbur ate and ate like there was no tommorrow being the prized hog he was. His long forgotten past life forgotten and not even a memory. The witch and troll were sympathetic to both and allowed them to live. Mary enjoyed the breeding sessions and pumped out litter after litter. When she could not breed anymore it would be time for her to fatten up and usually the sows were the ones who got put on the platter for breakfast. Both swine were put together and ate. Feeling the slop go down their bellies, they were enjoying every minute of it.