I was out on a farm run by (a young) Gregory Peck. There was a search going on for a young girl who was visiting and, eventually, we found her in a clump of trees on a pile of dirt.
There were all these partially skinned, partially butchered hogs wandering around. They weren't bleeding & gross - they were almost cartoony. They didn't seem to be in any distress.
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