As a farmer's wife, I receive a pretty female sow for slaughter named Babe. I lock Babe in the prepared barn with straw and give the sow fresh waterfrom the tin bowl. Babe obviously feels comfortable in the barn, snorts and grunts and lets her pig urine splash comfortably into the straw. Then I come as a veterinarian in tights, white rubber boots and a transparent apron to examine Babe and determine her suitability for slaughter by means of a live inspection. Piggy Babe doesn't know yet that afterwards the butcher comes... With strapless, white stockings under the butcher's smock I then finally drive piglet Babe into the slaughterhouse to lead it to its final destination by means of bolt shot and then to slaughter it...