Munch. Snort. Gobble. Pigs will eat anything.
I lean over the fence, scratch that long back, the bristles stiff against my fingertips. She grunts amiably, stops chewing. Just for a moment.
It’s a hard life being a farmer these days. Pig feed isn’t cheap. And you can’t get swill for free like you used to.
Just as well I have another source of grub for them.
Being a serial killer would otherwise clutter up the place.