Apologies

Ohh Wilbur..

How I am so sorry about what has happened over the last week! You don't know how much it hurts me to sit there and watch them stab and cut and pry into your dead, smelling body. How your horrible odor makes me want to hurl, but it's ok because I know you can't help that. Were you still alive, you wouldn't smell so body. I know it must not be pleasant to be tied spread eagle to that pan for hours at a time, but you know this situation isn't so thrilling for me either. The look on your unborn face is just so sad, and don't even get me started on having to examine your privates. I feel like a rapist, the scum of the Earth. I wish you were still alive Wilbur, I mean what a shame. You didn't even make it to the slaughterhouse to be made into delicious bacon for me to enjoy. You didn't amount to much at all, just a toy for some teenagers to pull apart & make jokes at. I don't know how you can live with yourself...Oh wait, you're dead. Oops. Well anyways, how sad you never got the chance to meet your parents.. I wonder if your siblings are the other piglets we're dissecting. Maybe you all had some bad luck and all were killed before you were even born...maybe you can relate to those kids in China. How unfortunate. Well, I guess I'll be seeing you again soon Wilbur, minus one tooth and a toe, along will a broken jaw.
Your bacon deprived friend,
Lily