The child killer was finally facing justice for his heinous crime.

It was the year 1386, in Normandy, in northwest France.

While his two young parents had been making love in the nearby hay, the killer had crept

up to the child's crib and attacked him.

Maming his face so badly that he had died a few days later.

After being chased down, the killer had been jailed, tried, and convicted.

Then, per the conventions of the time, the killer was dressed in a new waistcoat in white

shirt and marched to the gallows.

Townsfolk hooded and hurled insults on the way and perhaps pelted the killer with

rotten food.

But however hungry, the killer was not allowed to stop and eat.

At the gallows, local farmers had brought the killer's brethren to watch, mostly to

deter them from pursuing a life of crime themselves.

Finally, the crowd hushed.

We don't know whether the killer spoke any final words.

But if so, they probably were something along the lines of this.

The killer, you see, was a pig.

It had attacked the baby in the crib, then been jailed for the offense.

Officials later convicted the pig in court and, despite it being a female cell, dressed

her in a man's clothing and paraded her to the gallows.

After the pig had squealed its last squeal, she was trussed up and hanged.

The farmers on hand then pointed her out to the suffering pigs they'd brought along to

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