The Return of the Animal Farm Chapter 1 Part 3

 The Return of the Animal Farm

Based off of a family who lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma

Chapter 1 Part 3

Napoleon had a grand idea! He had overheard some city dwelling customers who bought some wheat from the farmer talk about a show where animals drive vehicles. Despite it being a cartoon meant for children, the group of six swine all watched the farmer's younger children laugh and enjoy this show on Saturday morning.  The farmer had purchased a television set with rabbit ears for his youngest children to watch on the weekend. The farmer never liked television, but he loved his children so much that he had given in and bought it for them. The group of swine had already rather enjoyed spying on the farmer's children cartoon programmes. The pigs had squealed and oinked with joy as they studied the animals drive their talking automobiles. They leaned in intently for the whole thirty minutes of the show as they all mentally took notes. It was quite hard for each, as all of this line of swine had a difficult time paying attention to anything for more than a few mere seconds. With cartoons, on the contrary, the pigs tend to have much more of an attention span than normal. Perhaps it was the juvenile mindset of the cartoons that had attracted them to it. We all know that pigs view this as their reflection. Something immature and excessively unbelievable. That was the very notion of their dream. For incompetent creatures to pull off something impossible. Their war was founded upon such principles, not unlike certain American documents.

The swine were quite unhappy when the cartoons came to a halt at nearly ten o'clock. Sparky especially became depressed. He was by far the most ridiculous of the group, as his expectations of the world were even more farfetched than Napoleon's. Sparky had once pictured himself as the embodiment of Narcist, even demanding his mother sow become married to him. Louise had to explain that sows and their runts were not allowed by the farmer's to mate, even though she desired it so. This infuriated Sparky. He cried out, passionately, "Why must those farmers be mean? If I want to marry my mother sow, I should be allowed to!" Sparky had never been more determined that Napoleon's dream was not to be in utter vain. He trotted slowly to Napoleon, giving him a salute with his left hoof off his chest, which he used most inappropriately. He shouted, to his leader, "I will die for your cause, my king!" Napoleon licked his snout, at first over his amusement, and then to get a fly off of it. His cogs in his large pig skull were turning. He told his young runt, with much sincerity in his voice, "Why, my son, your dedication is not unnoticed to me! We will make you the honorary Commander of this operation! From now on, you will give the orders!" Napoleon wanted to laugh. Although he given him the reins, this was in spirit only. Our capitalist pig Napoleon knee fully well that he we would take all the credit. Although Napoleon was spineless, he was indeed devious. He would let Sparky do all the work, letting him believe that he was the leader, and then at the very moment of their ascertained victory, Napoleon would take all the credit for it. A heifer of a swine like Napoleon would have not thought of such any better. He debated thing, though. There was no way that Sparky could steer a vehicle, even after studying that informative children show that clearly taught them all to do so. He knew something about his son Sparky. Even he looks like he's paying attention, he never is. He always is dreaming of when he nursed off his mother sow's teats. Sparky only want go back to there, where he could defecate any place he chose, including on himself and his mother. Most of the other pigs had thought he had been covered in mud when he was born. Napoleon, though, was smarter than the other pigs. He knew his son sow Sparky had already defecated on himself before he came into this farm. Napoleon beat his chest  one more time, and crossed his hooves. He snorted, and sighed, telling everyone, "I sure  will miss Baconshire Farm. That is, in name only. We are naming this " Napoleon's Mansion" after we take it over!