" get to their mama’s milk. They called him piglet five, but he thought of himself as Peter. He had dreams to father hundreds of piglets, to live his life slopping around in the mud and to die fat and happy. Life had other plans. They came at night…” “Miss Owens!” And the story was just getting good. “It’s a fetal pig. It was never born. "

― L.A. Fiore , Our Unscripted Story