The Return of the Animal Farm
Inspired by a family that lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma,
Chapter 1 Part 7
The abhorrent sight of upright talking pigs had alarmed the staff and the sole customer left at the fuel station. The attendant had grabbed his shotgun, and shouted, as he took aim, "Demonic demon stuffers! I'll send you swine back to 'yer pits!" Angelique had clutched at her newly desired mate's plundered canister, as Louise held onto Sparky's looted delights. She knew that her boar could not secure them properly, as each one was split of his hoofs upon entrance to this farmer controlled world. Napoleon tried to gas their slow road-bearing flagship, as he meandered slowly down the graveled backroute. The toothless redheaded attendant had an impeccable shot, as most father's teach their sons to shoot well by nine. Several loads of buckshot unloaded into Sparky, who was unwillingly shielding his comrades. Although bright pink pig's blood flowed from him, he nary-a-noticed. They did not bother telling Sparky of his injuries, as each swine saw no reason to. Napoleon knew his boar was essential as a farmer porkshield, but cared not to scare him with reports of his own bloodborne casualties. They disappeared into the path alongside the side of a sea of crops, and aimed right for Farmer Joe's heartland.
All the swine had it in for Farmer Joe. He produced only vegetables and milk at his farm, the nerve. How are the swine to eat delicious bacon and porkloins if they have not a hog? This sadly was unmistakable about their morally void kind. Napoleon and his crew had taken to the likes of pork since they walked upright. Besides the delectable taste that swine had to even their own kin, it ensured that no other hogs could rise against their future king. Napoleon was, without a doubt, the most deplorable of the physical kingdom, be it animal, human, or even plant. His whimsical endeavors proved no swine could ever have a soul. Why bother to speculate? How could any pig ever have such a thing is a baseless notion!
Louise attempted to offer the others comfort. Attempted, I do say, because her banshee screeches were far from that. As she attempted to oink and grunt a well-known hymn to the farmers, Napoleon volunteered to once be their ears savior, sharply hissing, "Shut up, sow! I've heard goats that sound better than you!" Louise had proven why they had mated, as she often does. She skewed her snout and curled her tail, attempting to imitate the scowl of the farmer's daughter when she was told she couldn't go to the dance. Perhaps this is why she enjoys the farmer's tales of their solemn God? Louise loved nothing more than to entertain each boar around Baconshire, be them runt, piglet, or elderly boar. She hated Napoleon for not allowing her to mate with each, and like most wouldbe queens, she did nothing more than plan her future king's demise. Each of the swine's goals were driven by greed, pride, lust, and of course, gluttony. It was a tale I had heard many of a music playing wiseman describe such alongside a campfire of old. I had learned much within my time alongside them, of which these bacon-trodden goliaths knew not, nor a single notion. From my memoirs, both their songs about Talos and Colossus were more notable, and ultimately less forgettable.
The severance of the groups stamina ran thin as they refueled their machine, or ship, as First Mate swine Chris still fancied it. They hid amongst the fields on the outskirts of Farmer Joes plots, with both Sparky and Louise deathly afraid of the serpents. Snakes were the worst enemies of pigs, there is not a boar or sow that doesn't know this. Despite the massive size of each swine even at birth, they are no match for the maw of a serpent. This really revitalized the soldier personas of both Napoleon and Sparky. Both pretended to be strong toy soldiers of the farmer's youngest son show that they had spied him watching. Each took the name of the show's evil serpents, but not to represent an enemy of a true serpent, but the actual content of a swine's heart.
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