But now, it was Casilla's turn. She wriggled in her holding and tried to escape, but to no avail. Mr Jones laughed ans stroke her head: "Sowie, sowie, sowie. This won't help. If you get too excited, it will only spoil your meat." With that he took his electric tongs, pressed them against Casilla's head and the langst thing she felt was an electric shock, before she fell into deep darkness. Mr Jones grinned and expertly went aboput his business. He cut her throat, dehaired her and dismebowled Casilla efficiently and quickly. It was a lot of work as he did not want anything of her to go to waste. But in the end of the day, Casilla had transformed into a nice array of sausages, hams, bacon and meat pieces. She would soon help to fill Mr Jones shop windows - and win him a price at the State Fair. Her head, however, had been spared. It now lay on a golden platter, her dull eyes looking into nowhere. Before her lay a gold medal and some laurel had been placed behind her ears. This arrangement Mr Jones carried in to the other pigs. "Now, apparently Casilla is back, say 'Hi' to her." The girls looked shocked and disgusted at such menace.