Bill sighed as his new sow left the room. This was the prettiest one yet. Hopefully she hadn't noticed how turned on he was.
It hurt him that the pigs thought that they were going to be slaughtered and eaten, but he had a real problem being honest with them--probably, he admitted, because he had a real problem being honest with himself. He hadn't accumulated a harem of beautiful sows because he planned to eat them. The thought sickened him. No, he wanted to give them the love they deserved, the love he couldn't give them as a human being.
But how could he turn his back on his family, his business, his respected position in the community and acknowledge that he wanted to spend the rest of his life as a boar among sows?