Animal farm feeding Frenzy, inspired by George Orwell and written by Patricia Miller and
Company. Episode one, Good Green Earth, Get out of my way.
What you want, your gruel, your roads? Forget it. I'm tired.
I'll thrash you. I'll show you what's what here. Piggy piggy candles
onions a fox, Sir, my loyal stallion still in the yolk fancy salutes
some sugar. Nothing for you, broken down now me damn, hey,
mijo, that was a close one. Bottle almost got you. He's a
pig, he can take it now. Like you lady birds, don't underestimate
the power of a hand signor we do the work. You just eat and
squeal. Don't get into it with her. She can't even speak our language.
Come on, we're late for the big meeting in the barn. Old
Major called us together in secret, Old Major Farmer Jones prize boar, Prize
Boar is right. You pigs just love to talk. Old Major has been
a legend since I was little. You know it looks so big now oink
oink, Every animal and manor farm must attend. We chickens are more important,
you know. We got things to do. We got ground to dig
and worse to scratch. It takes a lot of sit and getting chicks to
hatch. Come on, ladies, we need everyone there. I'll keep an
eye on your little ones. I'll be careful with my hoofs Okay, okay,
if you ask Clover, but not that runty pig. Excuse me,
miss Clover, I'm hungry. Will there be cruel manor farm in disarray?
Farmer Jones drunk out of control? Rumor Old Major has called a meeting of
the animals in the barn tonight. We'll post more updates soon. I have
lived a long life, and I have had much time for thoughts. As
I lay alone in my stall, I won't be with you much longer,
and before I die, there's something I want to tell you now, Comrades,
What is the nature of this life of ours? The life of an
animal is misery and slavery, That is the plain truth. But is this
simply the part of an order of nature? No, this single farm of
ours would support all animals living in a comfort and a dignity that are now
beyond our imagining. The whole of the produce of our labor is stolen from
us. By human beings their comrades is the answer to all our problems.
Man, man is the only real enemy we have. Remove man from the
scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever. Our
children are born into cold and hunger. Look at them while you can you
hens, how many eggs have you laid in the last year, and how
many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? None, senor our chicks have
all been sold at market to bring in money for Jolmes and his men.
That's right, and our prize, mayor miss Clover, Where are those force
fols you bore who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age?
Each one was sold at a year old. I will never see one
of them again. And you young porkers, every one of you, will
screen your lives out on the block within a year. To that horror we
all must come. Cows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone, even
the horses and those newborn puppies have no better fate. But old Major I
work hard for Jones. Sometimes he gives me oats boxer. The very day
that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to
the knacker who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds.
What then must we do? Why work night and day, body and soul
for the overthrow of the human race. That is my message to you,
comrades, rebellion. I do not know when that rebellion will come. It
might be in a week or in a hundred years. But I know as
surely as I see this straw beneath my feet, that sooner or later justice
will be done. All men are enemies, all animals are comrades. And
now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream of last night.
It was a dream of the earth, as it will be when man has
vanished. In that dream there was a song that all the animals sung.
I have taught it to these pigs, who will sing you that song now,
comrades. It is called Beasts of all lands. The land your land.
Every climb, keep your eyes on the price, which is my can
picture and barley. Keep your eyes on the prize. Oh oh, leave
your eyes on the prize. Oh wow, sh It might be kicking off
at manor farm. Old Major has got it dialed. Be careful, it
might get hot out there. Is it done? Where did they bear carry
him in the orchard? Boxer and Benjamin are still out there finishing the job.
Oh Major would have loved that. I'm surprised Old Joneson carve him up,
the bastard. I'm starving me too, And don't swear it's not lady
like. I ain't a lady. I'm a goat. As if we could
forget it, a donkey never forgets. Now, you too, show some
respect. That was a sad task. My friend Boxer a decent burial.
It's all he deserved. I hope I get the same when it's my time.
Hush love, oh friends, animals, comrades. This is indeed a
sad night, but it's also a night of celebration, a night of possibility.
Don't succumb to the glom, my pals. No, let us celebrate
Old Major and everything he's taught us. Here's to dear Old Major, Dear
Old Major, a sor maor de oh Major. Go ay, indeed,
my beloved flock, let us celebrate what awaits him in the great hereafter.
Don't start, you, old raven, you less of a raven, more
of a stool pigeon working for Jones You put us by, sisters, Why
do you say such hateful things. I've seen the far off country that awaits
us all. The majesty of Sugar Candy Mountain revealed to me an awakened dream.
It is truly a beautiful place where it is Sunday every day, clover
is always in season, and lump sugar and linseed cakes grow in the hedges
like grass. It was so glorious my eyes could barely take it all in.
Do not despair, my brothers and sisters, for this magical land up
in the sky, just beyond the clouds awaits all animals, gray and small,
after our time, when this earth has come to an end. Even
Old Major, who did not believe, would receive the grace that will you
all, so long as you're good and obedient to the rightful master of Manner
Farm. So please, my brothers and sisters under Jones, Then I succumb
to vile wickedness. The truth awaits us beyond the clouds. Enough of your
car, call car, block your ears to this Sugar Candy Mountain. Nonsense,
As Old Major told us with his own voice, our heaven is here,
and now, animals, let us rise in unity and rebel whyse the
rebel rise and rebel master justus? He milks us too. If he were
gone, we'll starved to death. He's already starving us. And when's the
last time he milked you, cows? When's the last time we ate?
Quiet yourselves, my friends, let us hear more about this rebellion. I
don't know. Will there still be sugar after the rebellion? No, we
have no means of making sugar on this farm, Molly. Besides, you
do not need sugar. You will have all the oats and hay you want.
And after we rebel, shall I still be allowed to wear ribbons?
In my man? Comrade, those ribbons that you are so devoted to are
the badge of slavery? Can you not understand that liberty is worth more than
ribbons? If this rebellion is to happen anyway, what difference does it make
whether we work for it or not? Shut your snout, old timer,
don't use another name for ass Listen. I'm as old as old major,
and I had a dreamed who the dream is? Nothing ever changes, Everything
always stays the same, Comrade Benjamin, like you, I'm a plain spoken
animal. I don't have fancy phrases like comrades, Snowball and squealer. Here,
I'm a pig who gets it done? What about you? What side
are you want? Stand aside? Be careful the little pig passed out.
When was the last time this little one eight, who knows farmer Jones has
been at the pub all day? Well it is Sunday, Comrades. The
time has come. Our food is right behind that door. Can you smell
it? Can you taste it? It tastes like survival, It tastes like
freedom. Who is with me? Boxer? Which side are you? Wan?
Boxer? My love? I am for life. I am with you.
What are your stupid animals doing? Get back in your stalls. You're
worthless. Beasts out, Get out, Throw the tyrant out, get out,
out, throw the house, get out, get out, Comrades.
This is it. Our moment is come. We were born for this.
The gate is closed, and this farm is ours. We are here and
they are there. We are here and they are there. We are here
and they are there. This land is ours, Comrades. We have won.
Captain Napoleon, Captain Snowball, not Captain Comrade Snowball, Comrade Snowball.
What do we do with this with Comrade Snowball, what do we do with
this blinder? Comrade Snowball, what do we do with this bit? These
are the two tools of man's inhumanity to animals. These are the tools of
cruelty and torture. That blinder literally keeps you in the dark to your truth
of your circumstance. Sister, break open the harness room, break open the
butchery. Bring these shameful things forth into the open. We will burn them.
We will destroy the simples and tools of our pressed. Break them,
burn them, burn them. What about Molly's ribbons and boxer straw hat?
Put them to the fire. Ribbons should be considered as clothes, which are
the mark of a human being. All animals should go naked. Here is
my son hat, Comrade, I shall go naked, no hat, no
bit, not me. I armed my beautiful ribbons. They set me apart.
Your man is beautiful, just as it is Molly. This is good
work. Friends, Stand up for justice. Put your chains to the fire,
amigos. Let's burn down the farmer's house. Let's burn all that's within,
not the house hold your fire. Perhaps there's something useful in there,
young Minimis you are a nimble pig. Climb up and look through the farmhouse
window. What do you see? A cart horse's back is strong, young
piglet, climb up and I will help you. Look in wow, oh
out, yes, yes, what do you see? Oh? I see
fine bone, china plate? Oi? Why can't they eat like we do?
A truck is good enough for old Benjamin? That's because you can't hold
your mash, Benji. What else do you see? I see a giant
feather bed. Does man not sleep in a stall? No? He strips
our kind of our soft feathers to comfort his bony rump. That's his wedding
bed. The mattress was made from my mother, me mother. I see
bloody hams hanging. What are they? What are they? We will take
down the hams, take down the fowl, and bury them with dignity.
Besides old major in the orchard, May you never know their pain, My
young friend, I see brown bottles and jugs. Is it milk? My
milk? No, it is not milk. We will break open those liquor
bottles and release the evil brew into the earth. Let's burn it down,
burn it down. See supply it not? So? Friends, we will
leave this home as a museum of mankind inhumanity, a monument to their evil
ways. I don't understand, but I will agree. Let the farmhouse stand
all in favor, say I ah. Come friends, up to the hill.
We will share our vision and see all we have reclaimed and acknowledge our
good green earth. 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 Anshell. Full credits and more
information in the show notes. Thank you for listening.