A filthy pen where tons of squalling pigs rut and throw a ruckus, Their snorts and farts can be heard from any passerby miles before getting to the pen. The pig pen is a few feet from Farmer Bob's cottage. The pigs never sleep and are always eating and playing in the mud.
Pig Pen, Countryside
farmer bob
pig
People love me as their main course.  Sometimes I am cooked as a whole.  I am delicious when barbequed.
Oink!  I am truly blessed with being the most delicious beast in the realm! It's much more a blessing for me, pig! Now how about you do me a favor and quick the cacophany so I can get back to work. Fine, I'll just wallow in some mud. That's much more appropriate. You know, since I've gotten one of you to talk to me, why is it that pigs never sleep? Oh, we sleep.  Just not when you're around.  Stuck in a pig pen means you're the most interesting part of our day. Aw, you're so sweet I could just eat you up! Don't you ever dream of escaping? When I caught you talking to yourself earlier you seemed content with your fate. Well, it's my lot in life isn't it?  My destiny?  I have heard it said that one must never run away from destiny, but towards it and embrace it completely. Are there any pigs here you're especially attached to? Friends, family, significant other, children? Not really, it seems I'm the only one that can talk.  They are rather boring conversationalists.  The cow thinks she's a philosopher though, and I am rather fond of a certain spider. . . Too bad I'll end up having to eat you. I think we would make great friends. I guess I don't have to eat you if you can make yourself useful. Do you think you could do work around the farm with a shovel and hoe? I shall try my best sir!  If I grip it with my mouth like so . . .  is this how you hoe? Amazing job. Now just remember, you'll have to make some tough decisions on the farm and it will be a lot of hard work. No more carefree life of playing in the mud. If you ever stop being useful, you'll end up on a plate the next day.