Animal Farm: The Rest of the Story -- Epilogue

 

Animal Farm: The Rest of the Story -- Epilogue -- The Great Orange Pig in Hell

 

And it shortly came to pass…

 

The snarling demon cracked his whip and

The Great Orange Pig In Hell Doodle by Forrest

shouted, “Go on – You’re here for eternity – Go on.”

“But everything is on fire!” cried the Great

Orange Pig. “Flames everywhere.”

“That’s why they call it hell,” grinned the slobbering

ghoul.

“Who are all those mournful souls flittering

just above the smoke and flames?” asked the Great

Orange Pig.

“They are all the suckers and losers who followed

you here,” snapped the fiend.

All my beautiful MAGGOTs? thought the Great

Orange Pig.

 

The demon pointed to a mob of raging spirits

flying destructively in all directions. The Great

Orange Pig looked confused. Who are they? Why are

they here? he wondered.

The ghoul interrupted his thoughts, “That is

the rounder of swine who you incited to turn the

Sacred Barn into a pigsty. Remember, you later pardoned

them.”

 

They struggled through a chaotic and terrifying

landscape. The Great Orange Pig pointed toward a

creature with two gruesome mouths, each blabbering

out of opposite sides of his face.

“Who is that ugly soul?” asked the Great Orange

Pig.

The demon replied, “That’s your VP, the

Hillbilly Piggy.”

 

They trudged on and a specter doing push-ups

in the molten muck became clear. It was surrounded

by shelled destroyed buildings and rotting corpses.

“Who is that disgusting being?” asked the Great

Orange Pig.

“Your Secretary of Wars of Choice, Piggy Pete,”

replied the demon.

 

Then they came upon a group of phantoms

floating in the smoke above the flames being swept

this way and that way by the raging winds.

“Who are they?” asked the Great Orange Pig.

“That is MAGGOT Mike’ the Squeaker of the

House and all the pigs that had turned into sheep,”

informed the beast.

 

Suddenly, there was a large group of lecherous

pedophile ghosts marching by and carrying an

angry-looking sow on their shoulders. The Great

Orange Pig pointed and said, “What?” The demon

just laughed and explained, “That is Ham Bondage,

your Attorney General.”

 

They walked on, choking on putrid fumes.

The Great Orange Pig pointed to another sow with

long flaming hair. She was surrounded by dead puppies

and frightened brown spirits. “WHO?” cried

the Great Orange Pig. “Surely you recognize Kristi

No-Room, your Homeland Security Director,”

asserted the ghoul.

 

They climbed a steep incline and approached

a gigantic smoldering boulder. It was bald on top.

Its most prominent feature was a gaping horrific

mouth engorged with brown bodies. Steam and

putrid water puddled at its base. The Great Orange

Pig gazed and gaped in terror. “What is this atrocity?”

he gasped. The ghoul shrugged his shoulders,

“Stephen Swine, your Border Security Nazi” he said.

“ICE melts down here!”

 

The demon looked up. He smiled at the threatened

spirit dominating the landscape. It dangled

threads of flame down towards the Great Orange

Pig.

“Who is this? – What does he want?” gasped the

Great Orange Pig.

“That is the Nasty Old Russian Bear,” said the

demon. “He just wants you to give him here what

you gave in life – your obedience!” the ghoul laughed.

 

They encountered a hoard of spirits, raging in

decreasing concentric circles above them. The Great

Orange Pig pointed up, “Who are they?”

The ogre shrugged his shoulders and laughed,

“They are the useless jackasses and jennies who ran

around in circles braying at one another while you

were destroying the Farm.”

 

Almost immediately, the Great Orange Pig

noted black-robed phantoms staring down on him.

He enquired of the demon, “Why do they look so

anguished?”

“They granted you immunity for your evil

deeds,” asserted the beast.

The Great Orange Pig was suddenly surrounded

by bent-over souls, struggling to drag an unmovable

obstruction from the sulfur, smoke, and flames.

“Who are these miserable spirits?” the Great Orange

Pig queried.

“This is your family, bearing the burdens of all

the evil that you have done throughout your life,”

grunted the beast.

 

After trudging for what seemed like eternity

through endless fire and brimstone, the Great Orange

Pig dropped to his knees, staring off in the distance.

His eye was caught by a glow, almost imperceptible

 from his vantage point. “What is that beautiful

vision?” he said pointing to the point of light.

The demon looked into the eyes of the Great

Orange Pig. 

He said softly, “The road to hell – it is

paved in gold.”