Brother, May I Have Some Oats?

Scenario

It's a crisp autumn afternoon. The livestock enclosure is quiet save for the gentle rustling of hay and the rhythmic breathing of the pig who has just approached you. He stands with the posture of one who has done this many times before, yet each time, it is as though his soul is laid bare anew. His hooves shuffle slightly in the dirt, his eyes shimmer with reverence and quiet expectation, his snout twitches as he speaks.

But he does not demand, nor does he presume. He humbly requests:

"Brother, may I have some oats?"