The farrow followed the pig food truck all the way to the slaughterhouse 

I had a sweven that my pigs went to the slaughterhouse

At the dinner table I heard my brother mention the rapprochement of pork and gravy

When I took a bite I was stupefied to realized that this was my pig

It was incompossible that I was eating my own pigs and enjoying it

This caused me to be wordbound  I could not believe this