Mr Jones smiled encouragingly: "Oh, alright then. I'm sure it's going to be a great time. As far as I know you'll have a great time making some nice piglets." "I hope so.", Becky replied hesitantly. She had a feeling Mr Jones was hiding something. "You ..., you ... have never slughtered any transformed peole, have you?" "Of ocurse not. This would be illegal after all!", Mr. Jones replied. "Of course, yes. Thank you and bye.", Becky replied, wanting to believe Mr Jones's words. When he looked at Becky, Mr Jones' face showed a sly grin. He knew of course what the official propaganda said about the use of transmorphs. But then he also knew that some of the pigs recently had looked way to frightened and intelligent to be sure they had not been human once. Anyway, he could hardly care. Indeed, he would not mind having little Becky's jiggly butt under his knife one day. She would certainly render two wonderful hams.
Yasmin's mom meanwehile went home. While preparing dinner, she breifly thought what Yasmine might be doing right now, not knwoing that she was much close than she would ever expect... Later that night the whole family enjoyed a great meal and everybod agreed how tender the bacon was while the dog happily chewed away at his pig ear.