The Return of the Animal Farm
Inspired by a family that lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma,
Chapter 1 Part 6
When all the swine had finally ate their fill, as they inevitably all did, it was nearly sundown. Half of them fell asleep, where the original trio, the more dominant of the group, remained awake. Both Napoleon and his boar of a son imagined themselves as soldiers standing guard. The farmer had spent a brief time at war in past years, and both of them had became quite excited while listening. They wanted to squeal with joy over his tales. If it weren't the fact that they had perfected eavesdropping they would have given themselves away. Sparky especially took to their act, making sounds as if he were firing a gun at his imagined foes. Napoleon kept his piglids wide open, petrified over the fact they weren't incredibly far from Baconshire. Napoleon's hiding plan proved worthy, though. Napoleon had long since mastered the art of concealing himself. Louise remained as paranoid and motionless, likewise to her content intent, as most sows do.
When all of them had finally reaped enough rest, as all three of the original swine fell asleep when the sun rose, they attempted to gather their senses. They were clearly baking in the afternoon sun, but their lack of consciousness fought against them. Whenever a swine rises it is like a corpse trying to learn how to live all over again. After several hours, and a good size portion of makeshift slop, they continued their journey. The swine's muscles were effective enough to allow them their always limited mobility. Napoleon figured it will be much easier when they get back on their relinquished tractor.
Napoleon had heard about such of fuel. This made our brave leader worry profusely. If it was anything like the amount of slop needed for a hog, then they must have plenty. "How else would the tractor defecate and move?" Napoleon thought, letting out low gruntled oinks as he did. Louise finally proved useful for once in all her short swine years. She saw a fuel station, one with a big yellow sea life creature, as First Swine Chris had identified, and she squealed loudly, proclaiming, exasperatedly, "Look! A slop and trough! We can have all sorts of sweet treats such as candied water and pickled slop from there!" Every boar and sow alike marveled over the opportunity. It is most unfortunate that Napoleon had always thought men should go first. In the farmer's world, most of their women were by far more intelligent than their so-called "gentlemen." As I had watched this story, many moons ago, I realized, that as a feminine eagle this was far from true. It was truly painful when I watched this unfold, yet I know for my chicks sake it is a tale worth recounting. My eaglets will benefit to not live at all like Napoleon and his unruly band of swine. One can only pity the life of such pigs, forevermore.
Their idea was that Sparky would have had a real nose for truffles. They sent him in alone, Napoleon spouting the command assuredly, proving his deceit when he said his boar would be in charge. Sparky, oblivious as he always would be, marched in, with a slow gait, grabbing what slop and candied-water he could. Chris, being the proud sailor he pictured himself to be, grabbed a gas can out of the back of an automobile, a pickup truck. He was swift as a fat hobbled pirate, impressing even the ever diabolic Angelique, who had remained mostly absentminded to this point. She fell in love with this boar, not minding one bit that Chris was her incredibly boarish cousin. Marty, however, was all but there. Napoleon, who had not participated in this current heist at all personally, pondered her usefulness. He had only thought of one task. What of that shepherd boy Louise had said been sacrificed in her Christan yarns? Be him lamb, goat, or bull? Napoleon figured he can simply sacrifice her so that he may live, should he need. Napoleon knew that he was the only hog formidable enough to remain alive. What other swine but he could rule over all of the Oklahoman farms, and, eventually, the world? Who are we kidding? Napoleon has referenced it time-and-time again as his world. The selfishness of swine was never behind their pride, if almost just as worse.
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