These pigs lay lazily with various expressions in the cages on a lorry, oblivious of their tragic fates. By evening, they will be slaughtered and by the next day, most of their parts will be stored and consumed by the humans.
But do not underestimate their feelings, when they sense that they are going to die, they cry.
My grandfather told me when I was a teen, that he once killed a pig. The pig was moaning and crying loudly before the knife pierced through his heart, with tears coming out from both eyes. I was so disgusted for a while, and did not take pork for a few months.
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