Sally was curled up, asleep on a soft pile of muddy hay in her stye.  Every once in a while, her hands and feet would move.  Her curly tail would twitch along with it.  She was having that dream again.  In that dream, Sally was tromping through the pastures of the farm with the other pigs, except, she no longer looked like herself.  She looked like a full pig.  A little group of piglets followed her as she walked around.  Sally layed down on her side to let the-<br/><br/>Sally woke up with a snort, looking around for the one who had woken her up.  Rio was standing just outside her pen.  Sally squealed in delight.  Rio was one of her favorite people.  She rolled off her side and waddled on all fours through the mud to the woman, looking up at her.  Sally waited while Rio got the leash on her, nuzzling her affectionatly, getting the woman's pants muddy.  She then waddled after Rio while the woman led her out of her pen, her little tail shaking with each movement.