"Hogs are nasty. I knew a hog farmer back in West Virginia. He went out to feed them one morning and had a stroke while he was in the pen. The hogs ate him.
"A few years later, I was in Germany, on a field trip with some kindergarten kids to get punkins at a farm. the hogs there were gigantic and scared all the wee children. The hogs were bashing their heads against the barriers, trying to get to the kids.
"I don't like hogs. "
With a grimace, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother gets up to wash the dishes.