Levi 's been dreaming of pigs.

No reason why, so far as he can see. He doesn 't like pigs, really. They 're smart, for starters - Kenny had told him that. Like babies, he 'd laughed, like it was funny. They also taste like babies. Levi knows that. And a piece of pork, dried out, looks like human meat.

Plus, they eat all kinds of shit, sometimes their own shit, alongside the remains of waste and corpses and all the rest. You eat a pig, you 're practically eating that shit too. Levi hadn 't even seen a pig until he was - fifteen? Sixteen, even. Who knows. He 's chasing the point. He 's been dreaming of pigs. In his dreams, they run around his feet, snuffle at the scraps he leaves in their pen.