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Nascent Drama

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Thanks for the offer, but I must decline.

Low silicon diet, dontchaknow ;)
 
but would a nun chick chuck a brick are your skull chuck chick nun a would but?
 
This thread stopped making any sense after post #56.
 
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Time to post ANIMAL FARM again!

Just because I can.
 
I'll change some of the names around this time.
 
Animal Farm - by George Orwell

Animal Farm

by George Orwell
 
GrandTheftCow of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes.
 
With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Missmanners was already snoring.
 
As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings.
 
Word had gone round during the day that Kerb Crawler, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals.
 
It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as GrandTheftCow was safely out of the way.
 
Kerb Crawler (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Neil) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.
 
At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised platform, KC was already ensconced on his bed of straw, under a lantern which hung from a beam. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut.
 
Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their different fashions. First came the three dogs, Marquis De Sade, A Slut and Harry Balzac, and then the pigs, who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. The hens perched themselves on the window-sills, the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters, the sheep and cows lay down behind the pigs and began to chew the cud.
 
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