… Lês fierderBut my portrait is also four pigs, brewery pigs, fed on draff and potatoes, and in the summer when the beet ripened, I went for the beetleaves and chopped up those leaves and poured yeasty liquid and old beer over them, and the pigs slept twenty hours and put on as much as one kilogram a day, those piggies of mine used to hear me going off to milk the goats, and straightaway they bellowed with joy, because they didn’t know that I was going to sell two of them for ham and have two of them slaughtered at home for sausages.