He decided to tell the girls what their future lifes would be like - at least to a degree, as he was certain they could not yet appreciate the beauty of the thought they would be food one day soon. Mr Jones swiftly turned on the speaker system. He pushed a button upon which a little siren call was played in the pig sty. In the weeks to come he would train the girls to turn to immediate intention whenever they heard this signal. For now, it at least helped to draw them from their state of confusion back to the ghastly reality. When he was content to see some curiosity in the pigs' eyes Mr Jones started to speak: "Good morning, ladies. You will have noticed by now that you are pigs. You may perceive this to be a change compared to your earlier selves. But it certainly is not. By character, you have always been pigs. Hence, it was not me who has chosen you for this project. Rather, it was your true character that decided to reveal itself." After a little pause to enjoy the shock these words caused amongst the pigs he went on. "You may wonder what will happen to you now. Well, it is very easy. You are pigs. So you should do what all good piggies do. Eat, sleep, shit - and do not think too much. I will decide in due course whether each of you rather qualifies as a mother sow or as a slaughter hog. For now, please enjoy your breakfast. And be sure there will be plenty of food in your trough at every hour of the day. Oh, and if you need to pee or shit just go for it. The floor is slatted and it will all fall into the manure tank below you." With that, he ended the transmission and pressed a button which released a first portion of pig slop into the trough which would from now on automatically refill every time it was empty. All he had to do was to replenish the supplies of special fast grow pig feed every few days. All the time he chuckled because in reality he was very certain how the girls would end. In his mind he already had a recipe for every delicious ham or loin they sported.