Animal Farm Feeding Frenzy, inspired by George Orwell and written by Patricia Miller and
Company. Episode four. Today we vote, Comrades, Comrades, settle down.
You all had your say. I understand we've debated this for several Sundays,
but today is the meeting that counts. Today. We vote today.
Your voice, your choice shapes the future of animal farm. Our executive Committee
has presented two proposals for your ratification. Esteemed colleagues, your closing remarks,
please, Brothers and sisters. Comrade Napoleon tells us we are starving, yet
he is a offered you a turnip in every troth. He would have you
laboring endlessly as your fathers did, to bring in a meager ration, just
as they did. His reasoning is scare mongering and scarcity. But dear friends,
trusted colleagues, I offer you and your offspring a vision for the future.
My plan offers you the miracle of electricity and eventually the three day work
week electricity. I don't know what that is me neither, but I like
the sound of a three day work week. M comrade, please explain out
in the long pasture, there is a small knoll which is the highest point
on the farm. I know the place. We go there to gaze upon
the stars. This is the ideal place for the new windmill, which would
be made to operate a dynamo and supply the farm with electrical power. This
would light the stalls and warm them in winter. Run a circular sawt,
a chaff cutter, a mango slicer, and an electric milking machine. Comrades,
technology can free us from unnecessary labor. Vote for the windmill, Vote
for the three day work week. May I speak now, comrades, May
I speak, May I take the floor. Silence, The debate continues,
your floor, comrade, fellow workers, fellow thinkers, This fantastical idea is
impractical and unrealistic. It is just another pipe dream from a comrade who spends
more time in frivolous intellectual pursuit than putting his back into work. Like you
and me, this pig is dangerous. He's even quoting from jones own science
book. Anyone might think he was becoming Jones. Well not me. I'm
a plane spoken, hard working pig, and I don't believe in science.
I believe in eating. Do you not all agree eating eating bad? Clearly
we need two things right now. We need more food for our children,
and we need to invest in defense and keep the others out. Does anyone
accept snowball here want Jones to return? Napoleon is right, keep Jones out
for legs good legs bad, for legs good, two legs bad. You
know it makes sense invest in defense. A safe border is a safe farm.
A safe farm is a full belly. A full belly is a happy
animal. Comrade Napoleon is always right. Excellent, let us vote. Wait,
there is more to my planned friends. It is true that man is
vengeful and violent and may return. This war wound right here tells me so.
And yet our pigeons are doing great work. Animals far and wide are
rising up and taking control of their means of production. We must send out
more and more pigeons and stir up rebellion among the animals on the other farms.
We are changing the world. The old world is dying. We are
the future. Oy wait in for the pigeon tweets. We will be killed
in us stalls if we don't start to death first. This sounds like sugar
candy mountain again. Comrade Benjamin, you are full of fear. Your vision
is limited by scaremong greening. Yes, this windmill will take work. Stone
would have to be carried and built up into walls, and then the sales
would have to be made, and after that there would be need for dynamos
and cables. What are those? Where do they come from? Legs?
Good? Two legs. Again, you are a doubter, but have hope.
These fantastic machines will eventually do your work for you. Will you raisee
at your ease in the fields or improve your minds with reading and conversation.
I have done the research. We can make this a reality. We've heard
enough babbel about shafecutters and turnip slicers. This so called dream least to starvation
and invasion. I call for a vote right here on this line. Vote
for Napoleon. Your lives depend on him. Let us vote. Every animal
on this side of the line is for Napoleon, defense and a full belly.
Every animal on that side is for Snowball and his alternative plan. Comrades,
I promise you the windmill the electricity will work for you in the fields
and for your comfort. It will operate threshing machines, plows, harrows,
rollers and reapers and binders. Besides supplying every stall with its own electric light,
hot and cold water, and an electric heater. Technology at Animal Farm
will lift sordid labor off your weary backs and give you the life you have
earned. Thank you, Thanks you. You have voted for me, Vote
for your future. Here's to a three day work week, day work week,
three day work week, three day work week. Maybe Animal Farm,
the trader is gone. We are now safe. From now on, meetings
are canceled for your own good. Have no fear. You are in the
best of care. Mister Napoleon, I presume, mister whimper, I am
your three o'clock sir. No humans allowed animals only, No humans allowed animals.
Wait, is that Matthew McConaughey. Hey, everybody, we're live here
on Animal Farm. I'm Matthew McConaughey, here to see what's gonna get on
here today. I hear the food is absolutely delicious and it's all organic.
Yes, it'd be great to get a shot with one of the animals.
Mister McConaughey, you can't be here. Well, hey, there you always
a pleasure to meet one of the fans. What's your name? Darling.
I'm sorry, mister McConaughey. You are really handsome in person, but I
can't let you in. No humans allowed. I can't even go in.
I'm sorry. What was that? Yeah? Yeah, I need a table
for five. Please. This isn't a restaurant. There's no food for humans.
Yeah, animals only, great, great, Okay, I dig it,
I dig it. Hold on one or second, Matthew. Okay.
I just checked with the producer and she's in the wrong. This is public
territory, so're good to take the photo. We can proceed. Matthew.
Okay eight, boss, Hi there again. What I'm gonna do just get
right past you. See if we can get our sales shot of what's going
down. I can't let you inser. I had to turn down Lady Gaga
last week, and I can't let you in neither. Matthew. Matthew,
we don't need to go in. We just need the photo op outside.
I dig it, I really do well. How about this. Let's go
ahead and get a photo op. And how'd you like to get a photo
with Matthew McConaughey. As long as you're gonna leave, great, I dig
it. Wonderful. Let's go ahead and get a picture. Now, smile
for me. Geez, geez, smile. Oh look at that. It's
just me, Sorry about that. That's okay. Here, Why don't you
give me your sign and I'll go ahead and sign it for you. Oh
okay, you are gonna leave though, right. I am Matthew Mick Connay.
Okay, wonderful matt Matthew Matthew your slogan. Now, I got that,
Bosston. I am running for governor Farm to Governor twenty twenty two.
Don't forget to vote for Matthew McConaughey and I will see you soon. Love,
bye, bye and cut. Okay, that's a wrap, team,
We got the shot. You did great, Matthew. Don't worry. We'll
do the rest in post. Let's go all right, all right, all
right bye? Hmm. I wonder if I can sell this farm to a
table? What about Snowball? What about the working conditions? Everybody wants a
piece, but no one gives a shit. Why do we work harder now,
more than ever? Sixty hours a week? And I hear rations a
cut again? The windmill must be built. It was actually Napoleon's plan all
along. Snowballs stole the drawings. I am relieved he was run out.
Napoleon is always right. Discipline, my friends, tactics, tactics, tactics.
Ours is not to reason why ours is but to do or die?
Oh, terrific A twelve hour day, a turnip beach, and now we
suffer poetry silence. You work with the bron and I the brain. That
is why you eat turnip slops, and I dine on milk and apples.
How will we quarry the great stone of store? For this meal? We
must break upon the greatest boulder. The donkey has ebs scene. I just
don't know how a why? Friends, we will cooperate. Hoof and horn
together, we can do anything. Remember what we are striving for. I
will work harder, I will shoulder the burden. I will wake an hour
earlier. Ah. Yes, the joy of service, the dignity of labor.
Hoof and horn, hoof and horn work together, be reborn, corn
and grain, Corn and grain. Animalism shall rise again. M damn good
to be inside on a week night like this. Surely that wind is shaking
the devil's hand, mister whimper, And do you have any intelligence to share
from men of farm? Indeed, sir, I have good news and I
have bad news. Oh splendid a joke. I love jokes, the only
joke in the stige situations. You your drunken sut spin it out, whimper.
The bad news is apparently the animals have successfully built a windmill. It
will have the capacity to increase their productivity, and that, in balance with
the low rations apportion to their workers, means their productive capacity numbers could outstrip
your farm's productivity in under a year. Your move, gentlemen, bab foss
animals managing technology that's inconceivable. Win the moos? Wait, how is that
possible? Like they are just dumb beasts, dumb beasts with pigeons and windmills,
and my far clearly not so dumb. Stop sniveling Jones and the good
news, mister whimps. I do believe mister Napoleon now has a determined need
and is open at last to trade. I've made a deal to exchange his
salable eggs and hay bales for the goods and the parts they sorely need for
their industry. Also of special interest, he has an excellent brace a straightboard
timber at a fair price. Only I can negotiate well, good timbers and
short supplime. I'll put in an order immediately, mister whipper, you do
no such thing. You know I've been desperate for timbers for two seasons now,
you scoundrew. Waight up, my friends, my brothers, that wood
is mine. Let's raid the farm and get it back. That's wretch.
You couldn't raise an ants farm, you drunken slout. Oh and speaking of
wood, you should hear what you Sally has told me. Oh you know,
po talk, oh chap, very chatty in the sack, you rogue,
leave mice Sally out of this. Not your Sally anymore, pal,
not your farm. Fists up, you wife stealing pickleface Trosswiller. I'll stop
this nonsense at once. But you behaving like animals? Who cares about this
woman? This is business, sidious business. I went by. Keep a
close eye. And as to the windmill, if God in this scale doesn't
get it, my explosives, we'll soon do the job. At last,
our windmill. It's a marble. Boxer, you must be so proud.
We all are. We did it together. Boxer, my friend, you
truly shouldered the burden. Now at last you can retire. It's no sacrifice
to work for the revolution. Hoof and horn, long live animal farm.
Everyone come quickly. Napoleon is called a meeting in the bond boxer. Maybe
you're getting a commendation. Hey, elders, don't doddle. Your leader is
waiting. Welcome, Welcome, all we sheltered together on this fierce and glorious
night to celebrate and marvel at the fruits of our labor. The Comrade Napoleon
Windmill is at last complete, and an honor of his service and sacrifice,
Young Minimis, has composed a celebration tome to lift you up. Young Minimis,
Not only do you have the honor of becoming our beloved father Figure's new
food tester, you are also named our poet, laureate, inspire us,
friend of fatherless, fountain of happiness, Lord of the swell bucket. Oh,
how my soul is on fire when I gaze at thy calm and commanding
eye, like the sun in the sky. Comrade Napoleon, thou art the
giver of all that thy creatures love. Full belly, twice a day,
clean straws roll upon every beast great or small, sleeps at peace in his
stall, thou watchest overall, Comrade Napoleon, thank you, Thank you citizens.
From now onwards, Animal Farm will continue to engage in trade with neighboring
farms, not of course, for any commercial purpose, but simply in order
to obtain certain materials which are urgently necessary. Arrangements have been made to sell
a stack of hay and part of the current years wheat crop and other items.
Pigs make it so, But I thought that trade was forbidden? Was
that not what old Major said? I can hardly remember. That's right,
I do remember that. Are you certain that this is not something that you
have dreamed? Comrades? Have you any record of such a resolution? Is
it written down anywhere? Well, it was such a long time ago,
and I was never one for the reading and writing. He doesn't understand.
I don't understand. Comrade Napoleon has successfully negotiated a contract for four hundred eggs
a week. Ladies, your sacrifice is needed for the well being of all
the animals on the farm. Four hundred eggs a week is nothing for you.
My strong sisters, Comrade Napoleon and the entirety of Animal Farm will be
proud of your service. We are already getting our clutches ready for the spring
sitting, the spring sitting. Taking away the eggs now would be murder nonsense.
They can't make us do this. They are our eggs. Oh you
don't see it now, but all of you will be greatly rewarded for your
services. We came to animal farm to give our children a better life,
and now they are being taken away. We want our reproductive rights back,
our eggs, our choice, our eggs, our choice, our eggs,
our choice legs. Good do legs, good do legs, bad comrades of
animal Farm. As a protest to this exploitation of our labor and abuse of
our young, we will lay our eggs in the rafters where you porkers cannot
reach. This is an outrage, This is a rebellion. Bitch, cut
their rations. Dogs, open the henhouse door. Let's see how they enjoy
the weather and the fox. But it's our right to defend our children.
We work beside you, We do the work, Napoleon. This fierce gale
it threatened the windmill. It's falling. It's falling. Comrade, you're voian.
It is gone. We will start building again in the morning. Nothing
will stop our progress. You all are dismissed. You've been listening to Animal
Farm Feeding Frenzy, performed by City College of San Francisco Theater Arts, directed
by Patricia Miller, Written by Patricia Miller and Company. Sound engineering by Casey
Hudson, Dana J. Lebreck, and Kayla Anshell. Sound designed by Kayla
Anshall. All credits and more information in the show notes. Thank you for listening.