Now, after so many years, the bigotry with which I struggled for lives of my fosterlings seems me unnatural! They gave me a litre of milk to feed weak piglets. Now I understand the indignation of the pig farm workers - they hoped to whiten oatmeal they ate with that milk. I also ate the piglets' oatmeal though without milk. All the milk, unto the last drop, I mixed with mush I spoon-fed the weak piglets with. The envy not only made my mouth water but filled my eyes with tears and to resist the temptation I sang while feeding the weak with the milky mush.