The Return of the Animal Farm Chapter 3 Part 3

 The Return of the Animal Farm

Inspired by a family that lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma

Chapter 3 Part 3

There was two swine alongside the road. One was name Missy Kissy, an exceptionally large and dumb sow. She believed she was a farmer of farmers. What a foolish thought. How could a swine believe such when she is no more than a farmer's favorite treat with pig feet? For she is not even a farmer. Isn't it astonishing when swine believed that they are the farmer's farmer. They weren't ever meant to walk or talk with us when they hobble slowly and slur their speech. Sows are proud breed if they really believe this. They are foul heathens, bacon fat dragons of malevolence. Missy Kissy is one of the bacon delights that would give you the least fright, yet her ego was as large as the moon itself. Our wonderful tumultuous swine army leader, Napoleon Jr, thought, laughing in a jolly manner inside, "Why, this will be an extremely useful idiot! A sow that can be easily manipulated!" 

The other of the pair was a great pink whale of Pig. Chrissy Piggy, a fat, bloated, empty skulled ham of a giant. Like many swine, her Ma and Pa's name for their runt of a mind was a real doozy, thought she was a god, but more a mere massive charitable prostitute. Neigh, neigh, for sows only does she offer her mating services for free. She liked sow's feet she would love to eat as a crunchy treat. As her maw did her deeds, a cry of agony, "Ouch," would succeed. It is agonizing when the cuisine on farmer's plate start to bark commands. The clock read three on the farmer's watch, a time of morning in which the swine sought to cause farmer's mutual havoc. Do they not know? For farmer's are not up to watch swine shows and such. However, the pig kids that came from Nana pig's caw love to see the swine shows at such horrendous time. What sort of fool would believe they can watch the swine shows they love then? Swine, that is, are the only ones that can. Would farmers allow upright pigs to join their ranks? Farmers are kind, yet perhaps not to upright swine. We shall see, yet this will never happen, I believe. For the swine believe they want their rights, yet farmers are very strict, I believe the swine way would make them very sick. For don't you know, swine eat their runts, and that is outrageous for a farmer. They'll simply not allow swine to infiltrate the heartland, and elsewhere after.

These two climbed freely in the back. First swine Chris and mindless Marty pig were disturbed, yet Louise, the troubled sow mate of Napoleon Jr, told them, "It is okay! They want to follow the farmer magic secret book leader, too!" The trouble with this that manual it is too elaborate for any swine or farmer to comprehend. That is why I, the grand yet meek feminine Eagle mother will restate it, until the end of time. Call me a big sky country admirer in my predatory heart, but has the heartland also forgotten that I'm their hidden greatest teacher? Our favored homeland farmer will never stand for swine here! Not then, not now, not ever! Yet for me, these strange hybrid hogs have a weird yet solid way of teaching. Maybe farmers have became too strict, for how good we be, with swine that can talk and walk with farmers no matter how great and small, to let others inside our heartland? The secret to the heartland is unison, a chorus played together, not chaos and discord all out of whack. Maybe those farmers shouldn't think that upright swine are only a tasty snack. Is this true? Yet, what can we do? If a belief seeks to ever bind even a single swine on all fours, would it be a truly noble score? We shouldn't fight, but make harmony, yet jihads are all of what each farmer's beliefs make. Isn't variety the spice of both swine and farmer life? We forgot in the heartland that "It takes two to tango," was about lovers doing a mating ritual together, not a bizarre Revelation that even a wise eagle mother could understand. That old sage, can he even make heads or tails of this strange nightmare of a farmer led reality? Perhaps, I'll have to ask him. Let me take my leave, I'll see what I shall see. For is it not written? An eagle will never need glasses, as this vision is always the greatest of the earth mother's children.