How to make pulled pork
TC sat in his pen trying to figure out what he did wrong. Trying to appeal to Frankie and his daughter about what transpired fell on deaf ears. Saying his was drunk at the time was pretty much pointless. Inside the house Frankie sat at the table with Wolf, Bubba, Hoytt, and Charlie trying to decide on the best way to make pulled pork. A little bit of bickering back and forth and they settled on the best way to do it. They all agreed on one thing however, the best way to make the meal took quite a while, and this was just preparing the animal for slaughter.
The animal being used for pulled pork must be stripped of any hairs. This must be shaved off very carefully as to not put undue stress on the animal to be slaughtered.
The animal must be fed a basic feed and given water daily. Up until the time of slaughter. The pen must be kept clean and free of bodily wastes. It must be hosed down daily to keep parasites and oils at bay. Do not use soap when bathing the animal as it can be absorbed into the skin and interfere with the taste.
Move the animal to a smaller pen 24-48 hours before slaughter. Withhold food from the animal and give only water. This will ensure that undigested food is not in the stomach during slaughter. To expidite this procedure, vomiting may be induced to remove any food. Once the animal has nothing left to vomit up, you can begin preparing for slaughter.
Frankie smiled happily. "Well then, lets get this show on the road. Frankie, Wolf, Hoytt, Bubba, and Charlie went in to get everything ready. TC was stripped down to nothing at all much to his dismay. Try and fight, it was pointless. Especially with that big idiot who was usually mentally asleep at the wheel so to speak. Well, Bubba sure seemed alert this time. Now a naked TC stood in the pen to afraid to even try and appeal and beg for forgiveness. Bubba hosed him down and stepped aside while Hoytt shoved a feed trough in at him. It was filled with some kind of mush. "Eat." Frankie ordered.
"Fuck no." TC replied terrified. He didn't know what was in that slop and he didn't want to know to be honest.
"Eat, or we'll shove it down your throat. And if you puke on me I'll skin you alive." Frankie warned in a dangerous tone. TC ate. His stomach did a lazy barrel role and he honestly felt as if he'd be sick. It tasted as if the food had been sitting out for a while. And if he knew what was actually in the slop he would have definitely let it come back up in an impressive show.
"We feed this to our hogs, and they ain't sick or dead. Consider yourself lucky that we're feeding you." Wolf opined. "Fucking ball licker." She added. Frankie cuffed Wolf upside her head. "Dammit girl, watch your damn mouth. I ain't telling you again. TC is our guest until we decide otherwise." Frankie said sternly.
Wolf rubbed the back of her head but said nothing. As far as she was concerned her Mama was being pretty damned weird right about now. Mama didn't abide by unnecessary swearing. After TC was fed, he was hosed off again and given water. They family left TC alone in the dark to ponder his fate. Part of him wondered if this was some sort of sick prank to get back at him for what he did. And if it was, if they did let him go after this he would make sure he got as far away from this psychotic family as possible.
The following day was uneventful. TC was fed, watered and hosed down and his pen was given a hose down as well. The slop they fed him the past few days no longer bothered him, but Bubba coming out to check him on his weight and poking him with a stick did. It was like they were checking how much weight he was putting on for… OH SHIT! Were they actually going to…were they thinking of… No, they wouldn't do that. They were just messing with him. He wasn't a hog dammit! He wasn't some damn animal you slaughtered for the holidays. Yet his hopes of escaping this alive diminished day by day.