Mr. Jones led Casilla into a tiled room and maneouvred her into a narrow metal box. Before she reailzed it, she was stuck and unable to move ny further. Only then did she find the time to look around and to realize in horror that she was in the same room where the other pigs had found their end a few months ago. Mr. Jones notized her shocked eyes with delight. "Yes, you guess what's coming now, right, my little sow? Well, little is probably the wrong word here. You're a big fat pig, aren't you? Now, I am going to free you from that state - by helping you fulfill your fate and become a delicious basket of meaty delicacies. And you're even going to win me another prize. Your beautiful bacons will be entered for a contest at the state fair in a few weeks and I am very certain you're going to break every record. What a pity you will not live to see this - well, for obvious reasons that's the fate of every contesting pig, haha." Casilla was out of her mind. Not only had she been fooled into feeding herself to slaughter weight, but she was actually going to die. Right now her life would end and she would just be meat. Like any ordinary pig.