Animal farm feeding Frenzy, inspired by George Orwell and written by Patricia Miller and
Company. Episode two, Stay Safe America. More scenes of utter chaos from
man Or Farm. We go live to our man in the field, Fred
Hitchcock. What are you saying, Fred? Yes, thank you, Casper.
Well, it's a disturbing scene here at the Jones property Manor Farm.
Countless livestock are grasping and ripping away at the walls, going so far as
to light tools on fire. We can also hear many calls against a sugar
candy mountain and the animal's own preacher. An elegant raven has been driven out
back to you, Casper. Crowded scenes of chanting death to humans and to
or farm itself, which they've dubbed animal farm. Truly appalling animals for anarchy,
and what of the rightful property owner, old mister Jones. While mister
Jones has fled in terror as property rights violated, According to neighboring farmer mister
Pilkington, his wife fled before him. He also informed us that she is
a lovely woman. Folks, This so called animal farm has transgressed beyond human
decency. These mere animals are rebelling against the laws of nature. They're resorting
to cannibalism. Fred, I hear they're torturing each other with red hot horse
shoes. Is that true? What can you tell us it is? Indeed,
Casper and I can hardly say this on our family show, but I
understand that they're having their females in common. And well, yes, you've
you seem to be breaking up or we've lost your signal, fred Fred Hitchcock,
everyone, and as our man in the field, be safe out there,
old chum. We will be keeping you updated as this story develops.
Next up, should you be concerned about your children's school reading list? Experts
say yes, got video of pigeons flying to nearby farms. Can anyone confirm?
Yep? Cowt one of a cow at Foxwood headbutting a farmer after a
pigeon scene. Same here, Fame go to Pinchfield since swarming a farm hen
while pigeons tweeted from a nearby perch. Everything's really kicking off, huh.
Keep sharing your hashtag pigeon posting this is big barmaid. Barmaid, Get these
fine farming gentlemen around on me. It's been a rough month it's the least
a modest solicitor can do. Cheers, Whimper, so Jones, your black
art. How dare you show your face in this bar nights after night,
month after month, after all that's happened. Had heard your lady wife left
you as well, She ran for her life. What a pity. What
a fine woman, fine woman indeed, wasted on a drunk like this,
just like his farm, excellent pastures, cone the seed. What do you
say you are my neighbors? You are my kid? I was robbed,
it says so on the news. Haven't you heard my property rights violated?
Stop crying to your beer man. It's been three months. Men. Up,
I've got myself a lawyer. That's what Whimper is doing here. Why
my honorable friend, mister Wimpy, he has never won a case in his
life. You should know, Frederick, you're still paying legal fees. Up
the Cory Bunkers, shut your trap. It's not time for lawyers. It's
time for fists. It's time to teach those beasts what's what? Before the
tersome spread through all the farms, to our farms. I hear they use
pigeons. Pigeons, pigeons. They sing their songs, stirring up the masses.
They are tweeting across the land. No man's farm is safe. First
revolution, now pigeons twitting food. We have to fight back for human kind's
sake. That's right. I need my farm back. I need Sally by
my side. Jones, your mertal needs are non concern of hours. This
insurrection must be stopped before it spreads. And last something we can agree.
Smash the farm, crush the resistance. Apply less brawn, more brain,
sir. And it's been three months of good weather for these animals will fail
to bring in the harvest. Very soon they'll be weak, and they will
be hungry, and we shall bring in an organized forced. Gentlemen, we
have the weapons, we have military strategy, we have war. Here's the
war, here's the war. To strategy, to human superiority. Ah damn
the onions, gentlemen, to the bunker by made a good bottle. To
the clubroom please, and some privacy if you will, and a meat pie.
Hold the onions, so sorry, whimper. War council is property owners
only. Oh chap our ladies, serve your ladies, save every land,
and ride your eyes on the prize. My can, Pitcher and barleyo s
s your eyes on the prize, comrades, it is done. The harvest
is in and in record time. No less. We knew what to do,
and we did it well. We've had years of experience. Thank you,
young pig. Your ideas really helped us. Hooves and you, chicken
friends, you left no grain on the ground. We know how to work.
We have all cooperated and beat Jones' best time. There will be extra
rations for all. Now your attention, friends, Comrade Napoleon, what is
this? What has Snowball created? It's called writing, Boxer. I've seen
those marks above the fancy stores in town when I take mister Jones, I
mean took mister Jones to the market. Thank you both. I know it
is writing, Clover, I can see that, But what does it say,
sir, my treasure colleague, Snowball has written here the seven principles of
animalism, animalism, clear and proud, in a declaration we can all understand.
Man, well I don't understand. He doesn't understand, Boxer, my
courageous, hard working friend. Encapsulated within these words are the promise of a
fair world, a life of hard work that you of all animals will recognize,
and a life of ease you could only dream of, but you especially
deserve. Every tenant of Old Major's vision is here, laid out in seven
simple phrases. We can all own and all abide by. Yes, friends,
No mystery here, only simple phrases. Simple, Yes, I like
that. Words that will keep everyone safe and well fed, like we do
with our milk. Words that will keep everyone comfortable and warm like our worlderes.
Words that will raise everyone up as we will through our education. All
hell the piglets. But how is it that he knows how to write,
Brother Napoleon, It is a marvel We all can, all the pigs can
write. We've been secretly studying for the last three months, studying from book
suit saved from Farmer Jones's farmhouse. You are fantastic news book learning for pigs.
Good one. Ronzie Napoleon tutors me personally. He's named after a great
human general, Comrade Snowball is studying his human military strategies. General Snowball is
ready. Well, it doesn't sound very democratic to me or very useful.
I don't need book learning to lay my eggs. Yeah, sounds like a
complete waste of time. I've never heard of such a thing. Donkeys can
read, but nobody asks me, hush, you, old fart. You
and are the same age. But I'm ready to learn. Not to go
to the glue factory. Excellent attitude, Muriel, my goat's sister. We
will all learn, and no one will go to or mention that terrible place
again, factory. No, my friends, all animals shall rise together.
Start this week, we will introduce education and productivity committees for all animals,
even our wild friends in the woods. Napoleon says, it's important to raise
every animal up to give him or her a fair shake of the tail.
My friends, have no fear. If a simple prize boar like myself can
learn, you can learn too. The pigs will teach you precisely what you
need to know. These little ones learn directly from me, So again,
have no fear. Oh damn, yet more chatter from the porkers while we
provide the food and Comrade Boxer most of the hard labor. All this talking
is all very well, but we've not been milked for the last twenty four
hours. My orders are bursting. Sister. We hear you, pigs to
the buckets. Do your best with your trotters, and bring the lady some
relief. Amika will happened to that milk. Don't worry, it goes into
our mash. Fatten us up. Let us hear what these words say.
Inspire us. Brother Snowball, read the commandments so that we can learn from
your example that you have written for us on the barn wall. Very good.
Someone hold the ladder please. One whatever goes upon two legs is an
enemy. Two whatever goes upon four legs or has wings is a friend.
Three No animal shall wear clothes. Four no animal shall sleep in a bed.
Five no animals shall drink alcohol. Six no animal shall kill any other
animal. Number seven, All animals are equal. All animals are equal.
Animals. Lift up your strong voice, as friends, celebrate tonight, for
tomorrow is Sunday, and you will rest for the whole day. Yes,
you've earned it. Animalism promises you a day of rest, a week,
and a retirement when your golden days come. Yes, a generous stay full
of rest, and a new flag uniting us under hoof and horn, replacing
that tattered banner manor farm. Give me that evil human flag, brother,
I shall eat it, for the revolution gone is the black of man gone
is Jones manner far Tonight we together declare this land and animal farm. I
can't hear you Tonight's we declared us land animal farm. Folks. We have
new information on this developing story from a close source that requests to remain anonymous.
The animals have adopted their own version of the Ten Commandments, eating our
national flag and picking up monikers like commander and comrade. Sounds like the start
of a threat to our American society. Top reporter Fred is live from the
field, Fred, do you have anything new to tell us? Well,
it seems these animals have taken down and desecrated the flag, replacing it with
a disturbing image, a demonic symbol of the hoof and the horn. Its
madness and sacrilege. Even though officials say the situation is under control and only
temporary in nature, Folks, I believe it is safe to say these animals
are going against God's will. Are we shocked? People? No, we
are not Casper. Thank you Fred. We will keep you updated as this
terrifying picture unfolds. Our thoughts and prayers go to the legitimate owners that this
wild nightmare will come to an end. Thank you good night and stay safe
out there, America. You've been listening to Animal Farm Feeding Frenzy, performed
by City College of San Francisco Theater. Arts 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.