Mr Jones woke the pigs with a clamor and waved the pigs into a panicked flurry. Despite their remaining human consciousness, they seemed to move as if they had been sows their entire lives.
One by one, the pigs were ordered onto the scales. Sandy went first - she was 228 pounds, which put her well ahead of the previous fattest. Caitlyn went next, a meager 217 pounds, which filled with fear and concern for the prospect of being last. Ayleen was next and proved 222 pounds, further impounding Caitlyn's concerns.
But last up was Casilla. She looked the heftiest, and was indeed. She weighed in at a sizeable 240 pounds, making her by far the fattest sow. Casilla inwardly wanted to squeal with delight, knowing she may soon be free.
"Very good, pigs. You are all on your way to being a good weight. And, Casilla, you have been by far the most productive. Now, for your reward..."