The pig farm is still in good shape

I am a pig, born in a pig farm, in my prime. I am gifted, good at observation and somewhat independent in thinking. Recently, I always feel that the number of pigs in the pig farm is gradually decreasing, and I can hear the wailing of pigs not far away when it is late at night.

Every day, the owner always takes away some pigs from the farm, according to what I heard, this is because those pigs disobeyed, affecting the harmony and stability, to be severely punished, but I think they do not seem to act too much, so I observed the owner to, as expected, this let me find a shocking secret.

One day, the master’s friend visited, and the servant dragged out another pig from the pig farm, after which I also heard the sound of sharpening the knife and the sound of the pig’s wailing. The master and his friend were laughing and joking, and I listened with my ears open, and the master said in a light-hearted way: Slaughter is the destiny of pigs.

I was horrified and ran around the pigs, shouting to them, giving them a warning, trying to make them alert to human actions to escape this fate of being slaughtered. Even if we combine our efforts and destroy the pig farm. There are always victims, but there is always a new world to build again.

My master saw me always running and always hissing, and laughed and said: What a bigoted pig! The master’s voice was heard by the other pigs, and they all said the same thing: What a radical pig!

So, no matter how I gave a speech, I even broke into a frenzy, the other pigs were always indifferent, and the more I did, the more they thought I was bigoted. So much so that later on, I almost did not fit in with them. And the number of pigs was still decreasing every day.

The pigs still had a good time, and those pigs who were dragged away deserved it, which was the mainstream view of the pigs.

I, on the other hand, can only think about my own fate.

I can sing, dance and be versatile. Not long ago I heard from my master that pigs like me are rare and can be sent to the zoo. This is not bad, if I work harder and more hard to perform, probably can always be the end of life it. Even if the owner thinks that the zoo is not suitable for me, I have strong sexual ability, can be a breeding pig, I work hard, probably can always live a few years more than my companions. Maybe I can also have a large number of concubines. So, I tried to avoid my master’s idea of killing me, but I was completely quiet and there were no more bigots in the pig farm.

But the pigs in the farm are still decreasing every day.