The Return of the Animal Farm
Chapter 1 Part 2
Inspired by a family that lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma,
The group had always believed it was their large size that truly mattered. Sparky, especially, had received a blue ribbon for the largest pig of the fair, knew that it was the size of the hog that counts. They trained each sunny day until dinner bell to become excellent combatants. Napoleon Jr. believed that honing their skills was essential to their master plan. There is no way their nefarious keepers, in their mind, would simply give them what they so believed they should have. The trio really felt it was their birthright. Pigs by nature are a very proud creature. These beliefs of theirs would not go away without a war. Napoleon Jr. remarked, with a resounding laugh from his potbelly, "We'll prove that we are the Gods of the pastures! We will not have what is rightfully ours stolen from us!" The farmer's farms were no longer their property. The trio of pigs had claimed it for themselves, in their heart and minds. All that was needed left to do was decide a role for each of them.
The three of them wholeheartedly had decided that Sparky would serve as their slow tank. His weight and sturdiness would surly be an asset to the amassing army of swine. Napoleon Jr, being the stubborn leader, would have to use his pigsmarts to decide Louise's purpose. Louise, although she didn't really know much about religion at all, would have to fulfill some sort of spiritual position. Napoleon Jr. has it now! Napoleon Jr. Spoke, with spit flying from his maw, fervently, "Louise, my sow of a wife, you will be the one to convince the farmers of our position! You definitely can talk them into believing that we are their just Gods!" Just, was how Napoleon had viewed it. Such things we all know aren't relevant to many Gods, if any. However, thinking rationally isn't relevant to pigs in the least. Yet, try as you might, there was no way that they could be dissuaded. The trio of pigs must have their way or die trying. There's something about the swine where it is either give them what they want or nothing at all.
Napoleon had summoned his three very closely related cousins to help with their war efforts. An elder swine, Marty, who had been always confused whether she was a boar or a sow, joined them. A more tyrannical sow named Angelique, a cousin from a few stalls over, had additionally joined. Last and certainly least a cousin named Chris, who had an odd fascination with bathtubs, grouped up with them. His belief that tubs and troughs were seaworthy vessels was especially strange. What really made it strange was that he had never seen a body of water before, not even a bathtub full of water. Napoleon, hitting his right hoof to his chest with great confidence, insidiously thundered out, "There is six of us now! Six swine! What a perfect number! By far more perfect than seven! We have no chance of losing!" Each of them was hurriedly given the role of footsoldier, a minion of Napoleon, if you will. They were expected to learn how to walk upright and wield a sickle or plow or such as their armament in a mere period of three days.
Napoleon had grown tired of waiting. Patience was also never within their kind. He would need a vehicle if they were to take over all of Oklahoma's farms. Each of them was by far too lethargic to desire marching. They had thought that walking upright for very long was even more strenuous for them then their usual all fours. Napoleon had watched many a farmer drive their vehicles. Napoleon had termed them "rides." Napoleon licked his lips every time the farmer's daughter had taken a visit to see her cousin George in San Francisco. Napoleon had became obsessed with the way that west coasters had spoken. He listen intently with his tail up in the air as she had mentioned cars were called "rides" by the young folk there.
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