Joe and Andy stared into their neighbor’s barn. It was divided into four bins—the first just inside the door where they stood and the last at the door at the barn’s other end. Each bin was bursting with pigs in quarters so tight they could barely move. The neighbor was fattening them up, and as they grew he graduated them from bin to bin and then finally out the door and on to market. There must have been fifty or sixty pigs in there altogether.
“Man, they’re really packed in there,” Joe said.
“America’s gotta eat, Joe,” Andy replied.
“Man, they’re really packed in there,” Joe said.
“America’s gotta eat, Joe,” Andy replied.
