A short story in three parts by Forrest C Greenslade
Part One of Three
Things went pretty well after the farmer was expelled. All of the animals worked together. They made rules to ensure the old ways did not come back to the farm. I guess you know what happened then. The pigs decided that “All animals were equal but some animals were more equal than others.” They took
up residence in the farmhouse, which was prohibited by the rules. They dominated the other animals and the farm became as bad as it was when the farmer was in charge – a precautionary tale.
But the story didn’t end there. The pigs began to argue among themselves. Some pigs banded together and formed a powerful group – The Great Outstanding Pigs. The GOP made the other pigs and all the other animals work long hours under intolerable conditions. They did not let any other animals have a say in the governance of the farm. They called it reform. The GOP bought up other farms. If the human farmers resisted, the pigs forced the other animals to invade the farm and take it over. The GOP became bigger and more powerful over the next few years.
Then, a different pig took over the GOP -- the Great Orange Pig. He had amassed farms all over the world and had written a book – The Art of the Squeal. He made all the pigs wear silly red hats with holes cut out for their little pointed ears. He gave all his little piglet offspring high positions in the management of all the farms. He associated himself and his administration with the worst swine all over the world.
Many farm animals tried to organize themselves to oppose the Great Orange Pig. They organized themselves under the leadership of the Old Donkey who had been around the farm forever. Even with his considerable age, he ran our front of the rest of the animals – but there were many other animals, at least 24, who wanted to lead to opposition to The Great Orange Pig themselves. They attacked the Old Donkey’s track record. They said that he made some young Jennies uncomfortable. They said that it was time to pass the reins to a new generation of donkeys. Even the Great Orange Pig made fun of the Old Donkey.
We do not know the rest of the story yet. Will the Great Orange Pig make the entire word a swill? Or -- will we all just get another kick in the ass.
Part Two of Three
The donkeys ran around in circles braying at one another. The jennies said that the jacks were making asses of themselves. The jacks argued about that the jennies were shrill. They all said that the Real Old Jack had lost a step or two.
Meanwhile, the Great Orange Pig tried to make a deal with on old bear on a farm far away to find out dirt on the Real Old Donkey. The donkeys who lived in the basement of the farmhouse said that this was very naughty and tried to get the Great Orange Pig thrown out. However, the pigs who lived upstairs said that it was fine for the Great Orange Pig to do any disgusting thing that he wanted.
Suddenly, some bats who lived on the other side of the world, infected pigs and donkeys and many other critters with foot and mouth disease. The Great Orange Pig told everyone that this was no big deal and they should just keep doing their farm work. The donkeys said that the Great Orange Pig was bat shit crazy. Meanwhile, the Real Old Donkey won the right to challenge the Great Orange Pig for who would run the farm. The scientific critters advised that all animals should stay home and wear boots to keep from spreading the foot and mouth disease. The Real Old Donkey followed their advice. The Great Orange Pig went barefoot and oinked all over to lots of other pigs.
The farm work did not get done because all the critters were getting sick. The farm was in terrible trouble.
But this is not the end of the story. The Great Orange Pig and the Real Old Donkey will fight it out in November to decide which one will run the farm.
Part Three of three
The Gross Orange Pig continued to run around barefoot and oinking and exposing all the other pigs to foot and mouth disease. He even caught it himself and so did his own little piglet. The Real Old Donkey kept his boots on and acted as a good model of responsibility. The Real Old Donkey picked a Spunky Young Jenny as his running mate. The election went on and on and on.
Well – The Real Old Donkey and the Spunky Young Jenny won. So, I guess that this is almost the end of my little story.
But you know what they say, “It ain’t over until the Fat Pig Squeals.”