Why do I like pigs? Why not? They remind me of myself, and I really like me. They're large and like to be comfortable, and their needs are simple. That's just like me. Although, as far as I know I usually smell better than your average pig, and I'm a little more particular about the quality of food that I eat. But I squeal when I'm happy, just like a pig, and I am very happy when I'm nice and cool on a hot day, just like a pig in mud. I love my life; I have everything I need, and a lot of what I want. I feel very happy most of the time. That's all for now; unlike pigs, I have chores to do and I don't see anyone else coming along to do them for me. Oink, oink!
