One of the pigs locked eyes with the transformed Sandy, and let out a shallow sigh. "We've had a terrible
existence since we transformed. My friends and I came to the Transformation Centre full of hope and excitement -
we were told by our parents and teachers that the life of an animal was wonderfully free, that we would do
nothing except eat and sleep and even enjoy a little sex. Instead we've been trapped in small pens, fed endless
amounts of feed so we're thick and fat for the dinnerplate. I'm so disdainful of those that were not
transformed, my family and former community. I hate that I will probably end up back among them, as bacon and
sausage and the like, as a guiltless tasty meal."
Sandy and the others had never felt so hopeless. And now, they would have to witness the process Mr Jones had so
gleefully harped on about.