Yasmin was shocked when she heard the proclamation of this judgment. Maybe she should have cared for her piglets a little more. It was to late. With a pen the farmhand marked her back with a red X and later that day another aid came to fetch all pigs so marked and led them off into another sty. Here they spent the next weeks gaining even more weigth although as former breeding sows they were already rather heavy, all around 250 kg. A lot of the other sows had not just seen one pregnancy cycle like Yasmin but were simply worn out after a life of constant breeding and giving birth. Yasmin had little illusions as to what would happen to them. She had read that old breeding sows were mainly used for processed meats such as minced meat, pies and sausages because their meat was simply to fat. Only some parts such as their hams and filets would go into the market as whole pieces.
Four weeks later their time was up. A truck arrived which proclaimed to come from "Smith Sow Meats" and the whole lot of them was loaded. Inside there were already quite a few 'real' sows waiting. After a tiresome ride they arrived at a slaughterhouse. It was not one of that huge operations but not small either. The sows had to walk down a series of corridors before they arrived at a holding pen. Here they were sprayed with a fine mist of water. This was done to calm the pigs but also to prepare them for the electric stunning, as Yasmin remembered. Next to her she saw Rose, a fellow sow she had grown quite fond of. "I wonder what will become of us.", Rose said. "I somehow can't cope with the thought of being sliced and shrink-wrapped in a few hours, you know.", she added and started to sob uncontrollably. Yasmin tried to think of some comforting reply but found none. So she just answered: "Well, maybe it won't be so bad after all. Just a quick electric shock and it is all over." Little did this help to calm Rose and they both sank into dull anticipation.
A few hours later suddenly a white-clad butcher arrived and drove the first lot of them out of their pen, down another row of passages until they found themselves in a much smaller pen. The butcher then took a pair of electric tongs from the wall and before they could react he had pressed it down on Rose's neck. Rose gave a slight shudder, all her muscles contracted as if she stood to attention and then he let her off. Her legs still twitched but the butcher paid no attention. He slang a chain round her hind leg and pressed a button. Rose was dragged from the floor and on a system of conveyor chains moved out of their sight. In shock and fear the sows huddled together in a corner but with trained efficiency the butcher had already found his next victim, a sow named Theresa. Yasmin remembered that she was a girl from a very wealthy, old family. Well, now they were all equal, she thought with bitterness. Sunk in these thoughts, Yasmin had not watched the butcher and suddenly she felt an electric current run through her body. She fell to the floor and could not move apart from some uncoordinated twitches of her legs. But she could still see and fell, she realizd to her horror. So she found herself being lifted off the floor and travelling to a man who ran a knife across her throat to bleed her to death. A gush of blood started and mercifully, Yasmin drifted away into endless sleep. THis spared her to feel how next she was scraped of all hair and disemboweled before being split up into halves and then into her different parts.
Yasmin rendered a wonderful range of products but most valuable were her large hams, each weighing almost 30 kg. They were cut and sliced into schnitzels and a week later Yasmin was on the menu and her old school, none of her formers classmates and teachers reailizing whom they were enjoying and digesting.