"She's intended for slaughter.", the man replied. "But", he added patting her butt cheek, "first we have to fatten you up quite a abit, right missy?" With that he tugged at Cady's leash and started walking down the corridor. "I guess she'll make some mighty fine barbecue rather soon", was the last Cady heart from the other man.
Then her handler opened a door. It was not the door leading to the pig barns, she had seen earlier. Her handler seemed to notice her confusion and sneered:"Don't worry, my little bacon girl. You'll meet your swinish companions in due time. But first we have to turn you into a real pig." Cady found herself to be quite a pig already and was anxious what to expect. The man next took a trange thing from a board on the wall which looked much like a stacker. Before she could wonder what this meant he held the strange device to her ear and she felt a sudden pain. From the corner of her eye Cady could see that she now had a yellow tag in her left hear. "Now you are ready for the sty!", the man said, without looking at Cady. "You're no longer sweet little Cady but you are number 09432287665. No need to remember that though. I am pretty sure no boy is gonna ask for you, unless he wants some breakfast bacon, that is." Cady wished him to stop, but on he went: "Consider yourself lucky you're a girl. See that bloody knife over there? This is what we use to castrate the boys. It's necessary, you know, otherwise they begin to smell when their balls grow and we don't want smelly flesh, do we? So you see, it could have been worse!"
Finally, the awful monologue finished. Again, the man tucked on the leash and lead Cady out into the long corridor again. This time they kept walking for quite a while and Cady realized for the first time that she waddled like a pig without even thinking about it. It seemed as natural to her as anything and she started to worry what other piggish instincts would soon take over. On that thought, the man opened a door and Cady suddenly looked into a truck full of other pigs - or rather humans looking like pigs, she thought bitterly. Indeed she now saw that about half of the pigs had two little incisions on their buttocks, right where a male pig should have had its balls. "These must be the boys. Or have been, rather. We're really just raw meat, a commodity.", she thought even more bitterly.
Meanwhile, the man had unleashed her and closed the door behind her without bidding good bye. Suddenly, Cady felt a motor rumble and the truck started to move.