This is what's known as hog heaven. The pig, sunken into a comfy recliner, having gorged himself on ribs, a patina of barbecue sauce staining his snout, is only now, the sun peeking at last above the horizon, coming up for air.
Suitably fattened, he is ready for the crowning moment of this Best Weekend Ever: his own deliverance from leisure into the sacred state of Meatness.
Whereupon he will find himself in the stomach of some new luxuriating pig, who will then, in turn, feed himself to yet another new heir.
They are links in the great Chain of Unbeing.
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I think I recognize that pig. Isn't that one of the pigs from Orson's farm by Jim Davis?
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