Animal Farm Feeding Frenzy, inspired by George Orwell and written by Patricia Miller and
Company. Episode five, You stand accused and in closing, despite what Pelosi
and the communist and the drug addicts and the deservedly unemployed wants you to believe,
marijuana is in fact the Devil's lettuce. I am Kasper Peach and I'll
see you tomorrow night, America. That's a wrap, Are we out,
Jenny? Jenny? Yes, that last infographic was way too slow coming out.
I'm sorry. Who in the green room? Okay? Wow, Walter
Cronkite, just make my way, lead the way, Jenny. Wow,
the living legend himself, mister Cronkite. Wow, it's great to see you
here. Come in. Well, isn't this a surprise? What are we
being investigated? Ha ha? Well you tell me, Casper. Oh,
you know, things have been great around here. I'm very shocked to see
you. And congratulations, by the way, on your recent Pulitzer. Thank
you, Casper. What's going on here? What do you mean? Nothing
but the facts? Is the peer truth? You know that? Walter?
You mean our honest reporting? Just the facts? Is that what you call
them? I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Is that what you call honesty
here in the studio? Wow? You know that? Well? That is
one interpretation of what we do here. Why do you see it's something else?
Cut the crap, Casper, Wow, you're serious about this stuff.
I'm talking about the integrity of the news here. Integrity. Integrity is down
the hall. I believe it's MSNBC and temporary doesn't sell. Well, you
know that integrity is the lifeblood of the news business. I've experienced it for
over fifteen years. You should know better, you know what, Walter,
I couldn't tell if you're in it a day or ten years, honestly.
But things have changed a bit here in five hundred and fifty years, and
we are very proud of what we do here. I think we'll stop there.
So pigs sleeping in beds, Napoleon erratic, always protected by dogs real
nineteen thirty three vibes here, stay safe. Maybe it's time to get out
a comrade, minimis, sir? What is our great leader doing. We've
been walking and sniffing, and it's almost dawn. Our great father has the
capacity to smell out traders. His great snout can warn us of the enemies
in our midst He's very thorough. He has snuffed in every corner in the
cow shed, in the vegetable garden. Do not question the power of the
great snout Ptlet Snowball. He has been here. I can smell him distinctly
here. He's been here the henhouse. We must root out his influence.
We must seek out his followers. Dogs. You know what to do.
Oh yeah, yeah, good, Assembled traders, you stand accused of being
in league with the trader's Snowball and plotting to overthrow the farm and subvert the
principles of animalism. Will you now confess to your crimes. I don't know
what I stand accused of. The accused organize an extract to sabotage the reconstruction
of the windmill. She and her co conspirators were receiving orders directly from Snowball,
who is in league with the enemy Jones. I cannot believe that Snowball
fought bravely at the Battle of Cowshed. I saw him myself. Did we
not give him animal hero first class immediately afterwards? That was our mistake,
comrade, for we now know it is all written down in the secret documents
that we have found that in reality he was trying to lure us to our
doom. But Snowball was wounded. We all saw him running with blood.
That was part of the arrangement. Do not remember too, that it was
just at that moment, when Pannick was spreading in all seemed lost, that
Comrade Napoleon sprang forward with a cry of death to humanity and sank his teeth
in Jones's leg. Surely you remember that, comrades, our leader, Comrade
Napoleon has stated categorically, categorically, comrades, that Snowball was Jones's agent from
the very beginning, Yes, and from long before the rebellion was ever thought
of. Well, if Comrade Napoleon says it, it must be right.
That is the true spirit. Comrade, I warn every animal on this farm
to keep his eyes very wide open, for we have reason to think that
some of Snowball's secret to agents are lurking among us at this moment. Enough
of this squeal, there are animals among us who are an alliance with the
trader's Snowball. He has spoiled the milk, ruined the harvest, and worst
of all, corrupted our youth. Confess your crimes, and justice may be
merciful. I confess I've been in nightly communication with Snowball. And what did
he reveal to you? That he sought the downfall of Animal Farm and the
restoration of Jones. Who else? Snowball came to mariana dream and told her
to go on strike. I was only following Maria's orders. You have done
well, sister, to confess your crimes. Give me I knew it,
yes, yes. Next next, the Snowball whispered to me to peep in
the drinking well. I've heard enough pigs. We will retire to the farmhouse.
Dogs. You know what to do. We interrupt this broadcast to go
live at Animal Farm with Fred Hitchcock. Fred, we received an anonymous tip
that something big is about to happen. What do you know? Thank you,
Casper. I'm currently on the edge of the property where we can clearly
see Frederick and his men have broken through the outer fence and are making a
beeline for the windmill. Our embedded sources claim that they have live dynamite.
We have heard scattered gunshots. This is incredible live news, folks. We
are witnessing history as it happens. Where are the animals. I believe they're
all in the barn at the meeting. This is very strategically planned. I
can see the men the planet of the dynamite right now. It can go
off at any second. Take cover, Take cover. Oh my god,
it's smoking. It could go up at any second. Take cover, Fred,
Are you all right? Oh only smokes? Wow, Yes, yes,
I'm okay. I can safely confirm that the windmill has been successfully destroyed.
Tremendous news. Everyone. You saw it, You heard it as it
happened on our network. Ten years in broadcast news, and I've never seen
anything like this. It's a great day for freedom. Animal Farm is no
longer a threat. Thank you, and good night America. Up next,
an in depth interview with Pastor Moses of Sugar Candy Mountain Ministries. Why are
we out here at the crack of dawn, you old geezer? Why is
Boxer talking to himself? We can't get him to make sense, Muriel.
He just keeps going and going. I must work harder. Napoleon is always
right, A B C, D G. No, that's not right.
I must work harder. That's the way, good boy, good horse,
only a little more stone one more. Oh no, no, no,
boxer is down. Look Muriel, he can't lift his head. Clover,
come quickly, we must get hepat once, run somebody and tell squealer what
has happened. There is blood from his mouth and his body is covered in
sweat. Hush now, boxer, boxer, how are you? It is
my lungs. It does not matter. I think you'll be able to finish
the windmill without me. There's a pretty good store of stone accumulated out,
my dear friend. This is quite dreadful, but you are not at fault.
Comrade Napoleon has learned with the very deepest distress of this misfortune to one
of our most loyal workers on the farm, and has already made arrangements to
send you to be treated at the hospital in Wellington. But why no animal
has ever left the farm. I don't like the idea boxer alone with humans.
I have a bad feeling. Nonsense, my dear head's females pristition.
He will be right as rain a boxer. The veterinarian van will be here
shortly. Don't fret, Clover. When I come home, I will begin
my pension out in the long meadow. Maybe Benjamin can retire with me and
teach me the rest of my letters. Less of that retirement talk, old
boy, you are making Clover upset. Yes, let's not get the females
upset. The van is arriving and there is work to do. Out to
the quarry. Everyone, Clover out of the way. No long goodbyes now,
hey, van driver, back it up right here, that's right,
load him up. Wait, you fools, fools, do you not see
what is written on the side of that van. It is not the animal
hospital, ah Redd Simmons horse slaughterer and glue boy La Willington and hides in
bone meal kennel supplied. Do you not understand what that means? They are
taking Boxer to the nacas. He's going to the glue factory. Boxer,
Boxer, get out, get out quickly. They're taking you to your death.
Get out, Comrades, Comrades, don't take your own brother to his
death. Silence. Return to the quarry, finish the windmow just as your
brother would want. Clover, here's your work, harness, let's go.
Finally, sad news from animal farm, where animals say a sad goodbye to
one of their own. Good Old Boxer died tragically in a work related accident.
No fault has been assigned. Previously reported claims by animal rights activists that
Boxer was disappeared have since been disproved. Sources at Willington Hospital assure us the
old soldier had the best of care and died peacefully. His very last words
were, Napoleon is always right. His friends have gathered at the workplace.
His very last words were, Napoleon is always right. Comrades. I was
there at his side at his deathbed. It was the most affecting sight I
have ever seen. I was at his deathbed, at the very last,
and at the end, almost two weeks to speak. He whispered in my
ear that his soul sorrow was to have passed on before the windmill was finished.
Forward, Comrades, he whispered, forward in the name of the rebellion.
Long live animal Farm, Long live Comrade Napoleon. Napoleon is always right.
He didn't get a chance. What about his golden years? What about
that van squealer. It had come to my knowledge that a foolish and wicked
rumor had been circulated at the time of Boxer's removal. Some of the animals
had noticed that the van which took Boxer away was marked horse Slaughterer and had
actually jumped to the conclusion that Boxer was being sent to the knackers. It
was almost an unbelievable that any animal could be so stupid. Surely you know
that our beloved leader, Comrade Napoleon better than that. The explanation is really
very simple. The van that had previously been the property of the Nagger had
been bought by the veterinary surgeon who had not yet painted the old name out.
That is how the mistake had arisen. Do you now understand, Yes,
I understand. When his body is returned, he will be buried in
the long meadow beside old Major. Sadly, it had not been possible to
bring back your lamented Comrade's remains were intermin on the farm. Excuse me,
I'm delivering this cry of whiskey noise trade. Where do you want it?
Over there? And keep it down, mate. Comrade Napoleon has ordered a
large wreath to be made from the laurels in the farmhouse garden and send down
to be placed on Boxer's grave. Tonight, the Pigs intend to hold a
memorial banquet in Boxer's honor and tost him with whiskey. Whiskey. Yup,
there it is. This is Jones all over again. Our loyal comrade Benjamin,
you might do well to recall Boxer's two favorite maxims, I will work
harder, I will work harder. And and Comrade Napoleon is always right.
You would do well. All animals would do well to adopt them as your
own. 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 design by Kayla Anshell. Full credits and more information in
the show notes. Thank you for listening.