It’s funny really, my family and I resent the government for slaughtering people like us, people like us that slaughter other things to survive.

When I lead pigs through the covered tunnel under our house I can’t help but think about how much they must hate us when they see the blood soaked stump and axe.

I wonder if they feel as on edge as we do as they live out their days always being surveyed, but putting up with it because they are fed and sheltered, putting up with it because it’s all they know.

Because it’s all I know.