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Animal's Farm. Adult 1,440 (1 Viewer)


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Farmer Jones owned a large farm near Toonertown. He raised everything from corn and soybeans -- to sell and use for his farm-animals -- to vegetables for his own table. The farmer also possessed cattle, a few horses and goats, sheep, chickens, pigs, and a milk cow.

His farm was in a small valley, the house itself miles from his nearest neighbors and surrounded by lonely wooded hills. It was an idyllic setting. Old farmer Jones was single and had no known relatives.

One day, while feeding the pigs, Farmer Jones dropped dead from a heart attack.

The pigs seeing him die, began crying and yelling, “Help. Help. The farmer’s dead.” They shook mud off their hides and ran out of the pig-pen to help their master.

Other animals soon responded, to see pigs surrounding the body. Billy, the oldest male goat, was first to arrive. He had never liked or trusted those pigs.

"Bah. Bah. You leave the farmer alone," he screamed, sending the pigs running and pounding them with his small hooves until he could get to Farmer Jones.

Billy sniffed the deceased farmer, nuzzling him gently, but could find no sign of life.

Meanwhile, three sheep came over to see what was happening. Sheep are not very intelligent and stood watching, anxiously waiting for someone to explain.

“These pigs killed the farmer,” stated the irate Billy.

The pigs denied it, of course, but the sheep took up the cry and ran away screaming, “The pigs killed Farmer Jones. The pigs killed Farmer Jones,” alerting the entire farm.

Soon all the animals knew. They blamed the pigs, who could not get a chance to explain. The hapless porcine companions were chased out of the farmyard and into the woods, where they hid in fear, afraid to go back to defend themselves.

The other animals came to see the body and cry over it, sounds of anguish scaring birds into taking flight. Bessie the milk cow had to be chased away from the body. Her large cow tears were making the ground swampy.

Not knowing what to do, the animals buried Farmer back of the barn. They held a ceremony, presided over by Billy, then met behind the farmhouse to decide what to do.

“If the humans find out, they'll split up the farm,” declared Billy to the assemblage. “I think we should run the place ourselves. Between us, we know all we need to keep things going. The horses know how to work the plow. Chickens can drop in the seeds. The rest of us can harvest and store the crops. I know we can do it.”

“What about the paperwork?” asked a dubious goat. Goats were always cautious.

“I know how to read and write. The chickens can be trained to dip their claws in ink and sign Farmer Jone’s name. We can have a cow take care of the mailbox,” Billy explained. “I read a book once about animals taking over a farm. They did a good job. If they could do it, we can. Their problem was that the pigs took over,” Billy replied.

“Maybe the pigs will do that again?” the bull suggested in his deep voice. “We have to guard ourselves against pigs.”

“You can never trust a pig,” a duck stated emphatically, bringing a loud cheer. “They’re devious and sneaky, and dirty with all that mud.”

It was agreed that, from that day forward, the animals would run the farm. A Governing Board was elected, with Billy at its head. The Board would live in the vacant farmhouse and make day to day decisions, while all the animals would vote on major issues. It was to be very democratic.

One of their first decisions was to hunt down those killer pigs and drive them from the property. No pigs were ever to be allowed on "Animal's Farm" property.


The first season was easy. It was then Fall and most of the crops were in already, even before Farmer Jones’ demise. The farmhouse and barn had plenty of fuel for winter heating and they had no major problems, outside of boredom.

The pigs, at first, stayed in the woods, wondering what they had done wrong. But when the weather cooled they were forced to move to town. Finding an animal relief agency in Toonertown, they soon found gainful employment.

The oldest pig, named Samson, talked the rest of them into living together in tumble-down shacks behind the town dump. The rent being cheap and there being a fine muddy area there, they agreed. The pig's needs were simple. Give them plenty of corn to eat and nice cool mud, and they were happy. Hard workers, they saved their money, never spending frivolously.

Meanwhile, back at the farm, the new owners also had no major problems the next spring. As Billy had stated, the horses could plow the fields on their own -- once goats and chickens harnessed them. Chickens followed the plow, dropping seeds in the furrows. The fields were planted. Billy did think to plant more acres in food-stuffs for the residents than in crops to sell.

They wouldn't have money coming in, but then, little would be needed to run the farm. Billy Goat found a talented chicken who became quite adept at forging Farmer Jone’s handwriting and signature. Finding the Farmer's checkbook, they could use his savings to buy anything needed. All they had to do was order it over the telephone and have it delivered, a check waiting under a mat on the front porch.

Some of the goats had lived in the shack that housed the farmer’s personal whiskey still. Having often watched the process, they could produce that staple for the animals.

Soon, with plenty of free time, the still was enlarged and a portion of the corn crop earmarked for whiskey. The animals began drinking heavily.

With the drinking came a number of arguments and even physical assaults. The farm's dogs were given the job of policing the other animals, as well as control over the still.

By the next harvest time, some of the animals became lazy, others wanted to drink and avoided work. That harvest saw waste and crops rotting in the fields.

During the second winter the other animals heard, from a loud mouthed rooster, about the farmer’s savings. They all wanted not only television, but cable television, in their homes. After all, Billy had it in the farmhouse, why shouldn't they? After that, they demanded -- democratically, of course -- other conveniences, such as CD players and game machines. And, of course, every vote counted. Despite Billy's objections, those items were delivered, as the savings dwindled on unnecessary luxuries.

Over the next few years, things became worse. There were many babies born, especially among the chickens. Since nobody collected eggs, many became fertile. The bulls had a very good time making babies. With time, the farm was soon overrun by children -- all of which had to eat.

Eventually, the Farmer’s savings gave out and they were forced to sell produce to live. Yearly property taxes built up, unpaid. The cow assigned to the mailbox couldn't read, so she simply stopped checking it. Billy and the other leaders, busy with other matters, forgot all about mail. Bills, then foreclosure notices, came and went unread.

Nobody knew how to sell crops, or even how to approach a human to try. Their large stock of harvested crops built up and rotted. The telephone had been turned off long before because of nonpayment. The Board had judged that they needed electricity to run television sets and other conveniences, and had paid the electric bill but, after the savings were spent, had no use for a telephone.

Billy went to town and found a shady fox that would buy their goods. Since the goat didn't know the going price for their wares, he accepted a cheap rate. That meant that the animals had to work harder in coming years to produce enough product to live on. The good times were gone.

The pigs, however, were smarter. They worked hard and saved their money. When their own finances built up, they used it as a down payment to build a large condominium complex.

Needing a cheap plot of ground, one of them thought of checking with the Tax Department. In the end, the pigs ended up buying their old home for back taxes and evicted the other animals. They, the pigs, lived happily ever after.



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Reads pretty much like and analogy to me ;-)

Sorry I don't have much time right now, but didn't notice any nits in my scan.


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Ya'know, LeeC. It certainly does, but of what? If so, it wasn't intentional. Maybe of the pitfalls of a complete democracy? Or that the goats can't win every time? Or that hard-working pigs will win in the end? I dunno.


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