I am a pig. I live on a farm.
One day, my master said to me, "Hey fatty! Please do not poo in my car! My son does not like to eat chocolate chip cookies'.
The next day, my master sent me to the butcher.
To the butcher I said, "Hello Mr Butcher. How may I help you today?".
The butcher took me aside and said "Hi fatty, you have grown fat and plump since I saw you. I apologize for having to do this", and with that, he slaughtered me with his big knife.
I was sent to Butcher's Deli to be made into Blackforest Smoked Ham!
This afternoon, a family bought slices of me for lunch. They said I was delicious, and would buy me again; if there was any left.
I am proud to be a pig.
Erratic Behaviour
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