It's not a pig. It's a horse. A horse made of bacon.
My young nephew had a dream, and relayed it to me: He saw, atop a grassy hill a horse. But it was no ordinary horse: It was a bacon horse. When I asked if maybe he meant a pig, he corrected me swiftly. Nay, it is not a pig. It is a horse. A horse that is made of bacon, not one to be made into bacon.