Welcome to the Slaughter House

The scene opens of a long trailing shot of a dirt road embedded with many wagon and tire tracks that are shown as imprints in the dried up mud of a previous storm. We follow the trail and on both sides are littered with dandelions and all other types of weeds that lead us to a farm and stops at a wooden fence. The white splintered wood goes straight up for eight feet and hanging across over the dirt road is a beaten wooden sign. The left side is the only side with support this antique has, and it's chipped whitewash letters exclaiming the name of the sign can barely be seen where the "i" and "s" used to be. It should state like it originally did a hundred years ago- Michaels.

NARRATOR: "Yup, there she is alright, the old Michaels sign, not too many people still alive today can tell you what it means, with so many new owners always coming around. Legend has it that a civil war hero by the name of General Michael Arsncraft established this farm as a ways to end his bloody massacring of the war. But no one could really tell you what it means since the days of legends are gone."

The soothing voice of the narrator leads us further down on the dirt path, passing by apple trees that have given up their last crop for the season and all of their mashed reddish brown remains are smashed into the ground. The camera stops it's trailing until we see a huge red barn and the narrator's voice pricks up again.

NARR: "But talking about the old General is derailing me from the subject, which is what I want to talk to you about is all the terrible things I've seen in this huge red barn here. Things of treachery, conquest, falsities and defeat have littered this barn and all of its inhabitants inside. Let me show you one of those incidents and take you back years ago with my experience with this land and its inhabitants. But before I get things started, let me just tell you the list of characters in the story:

Farmer Don: Your humble narrator, I was in charge of Michael's farm at the time of this story. I have a small pig that watches over the animals for me to report all information and progress; his name is ART.

Art: A fat pig with red wiry hair, he is the boss of all the other animals and makes sure that they stay in line and continue progress pumping out the goods.

Steve: An older yet smaller and wiser pig, he is Art's second in command. Though he doesn't know it, Steve and his two sons will say anything they can behind Art's back to the other animals just to relay any new information back to their boss they constantly two face.

Chris and Justin: Steve's two fat little piglets, they do the same thing Steve does but just act as third and fourth in command. Deciding who is third and who is fourth is always a constant childish bickering between the two and needs the authority of Steve to settle the dispute.

James: A rooster, a chief activist out of the chickens on the farm.

Linda, Lana, Jenn, and Mary: The supporting chickens on the farm, their job is to put out the cash crop of eggs for the farm and keep it's economic flow going.

Greg: An ox, a chief activist out of the cattle on the farm.

Brian, Jim, Harry and Lori: The supporting cattle on the farm, their job is to put out the cash crop of milk for the farm and keep it's economic flow going.

Kathleen: A ram, one of the two chief spokespersons for the sheep on the farm, she is the voice of many though her actions and decisions may be a little foggy at sometimes.

Jean: A Billy goat, the other spokesperson for the sheep on the farm. Another voice for the many and does her actions to secure her and her followers own safety.

Bill, Alice, Virginia, Kim and Debbie: The supporting sheep on the farm, their job is to put out the cash crop of wool for the farm and keep it's economic flow going.

NARR: "And there you have them, so let me paint you this picture. It was a dark and stormy night, all of the animals inside the barn were waiting for James and Greg to return from the storm, worrying about their safety. The rain and thunder crashed and boomed against the wide sides of the barn, the chickens Jenn and Mary were in a panicked frightened state from the storm, and with each clasp they flew up in the air with their feathers flowing about like the aftermath of a pillow fight. It was then the animals could see the huge barn door open slowly. It's uneven bottom edge dug into the mud and hay as it pushed it's way in by some unknown force. Suddenly two bodies were hurled onto the floor and slid on the hay and mud and left a trail from their bellies dug into the barren earth floor of the barn. The force that flung the two bodies of Greg and James was the four little pigs that stood at the entranceway looking powerful and defiant.

ART: "Listen here boys, this is my third and final chance I'm giving you. One more mishap of disgrace upon your leader will end with dire consequences."

JAMES: "We'll get to you yet Art, your days of tyranny will end soon by your own demise cause we're sick of being bossed and pushed around by you."

STEVE: "If you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen."

GREG: "We like where we are, we like the other animals here, we like the atmosphere, BUT WE JUST DON"T LIKE YOU, right guys!?"

(Greg lets out an open plea for support from the other animals, much like before this little incident occurring now; they were all right there and always complained about the crooked ways. But this time with the boss there, the plea fell on empty ears.)

ART: "They don't care about you boys, they let me know about everything. It is you who no one here likes and all you are is part of the problem. Now don't take me as such a blowhard, I am an activist also, for example take a gander over at the chop block to see how I've met my oppression in the past.

(Art points his hoof over at the an old tree stump with blood trickling down it's sides. An axe is splintered into it's top from Farmer Don's last use on the hapless chicken and sheep that wanted escape. Their names were Dan and Sharlene and Art was no near as tolerant with them as he was with James and Greg.)

ART: "Now you see you boys are lucky, I like you, I'm not a bad guy, you guys are hard workers and I respect you for that. But one more instance of you trying to go over my head again...and you'll be finding YOURS on the chop block."

CHRIS: "Yeah, you tell him Art."

JUSTIN: "Yeah, chop block, heh-heh."

And the pigs exit the barn leaving Greg and James a filthy dirty mess on the floor. The rooster and the ox felt betrayal from their fellow animals. How it felt they were all supposed to stick together in this thing but the instance that confrontation comes up they cower back to their stalls.

JAMES: "What is wrong with you guys, how much longer do you want to be stuck kissing the shit mud off of this asshole's hoof. If we all stick together he can't harm us as much. Aren't you sick of the oppression, the mistreatment? Aren't your rights important to you animals anymore?"

GREG: "If we complain enough to him and Farmer Don as a whole, no matter how much he claims he makes money for this farm, Don can either get rid of him or he can lose all his back breaking animals."

Kathleen the ram and Jean the Billy goat step forward from their bunch of sheep, as the designated leaders they are obligated to say something on the matter.

KATHLEEN: "You guys, we can't win, c'mon Art isn't all that bad."

JEAN: "Yeah I've dealt with worse supervisors before, and Art is just a pushover."

JAMES: "Now that's bullshit Jean, I saw you cry over an instance that Art wanted you to work so hard and with you being up in years you just couldn't keep up with it. I saw you break down in a puddle of tears cracking under his pressure."

KATHLEEN: "And if Farmer Don doesn't get rid of him were just going to walk out. And where are we going to go. We're all much older than you chickens and cattle and we're just fine till our retirement comes up in a couple of years."

GREG: "And you're willing to wait to that point dealing with bullshit."

JEAN: "We've never been able to find something we were happy doing due to hard times on our own parents, if we had a choice back then, we wouldn't be in the dilemma we are now."

JAMES: "So that's going to be it then, your just going to turn your backs on your fellow workers for your own self righteous glory of leaving the farm ASAP."

KATHLEEN: "Yes, I'm afraid so that is just going to have to be the way. If we had a choice in the matter we would, but now we've entrapped ourselves here just counting down the years till were able to leave. We are even fed properly every morning since our only job is to eat and then be shaved. We are sorry, but you have our moral support."

Kathleen and the others turned tail and shimmied back to their hay quarters, they snuggled down next to each other being comforted by their greedy wool covered bodies. They all instantly went to bed and dreamt of farmers jumping over them.

GREG: "And what of the others, who here will stick by us now. How about you my cattle, I for one personally know how much we have dealt with the pigs' abuse for the longest time and I for one have been the most annoyed out of it in our circle."

Brian, one of the cattle steps forth with the others and delivers his message to the ox.

BRIAN: "You are indeed brave Greg, and we will follow you to the ends with your cause since we have nothing to lose and we can easily pick up the pieces and move along anyways. Like the pack of filthy gypsies at heart we truly are."

JAMES: "And you my chickens, do I have your support? How many more times must your deeds of laying eggs be put in the name of Art's glory, is it really worth our suffering?

And the chickens clucked and clawed their way towards the rooster and delivered their message.

MARY: "Yes it is about time, I feel so abused and harassed whenever I work here. I can feel his fat muddy grasp always wrapping around me- it makes me sick to the core and it's time that we acted against it. We will be with you all the way to dethrone his majesty once and for all, one way or another, we're going to find ya and getcha getcha getcha YA."

And there became mass rejoicing of the remaining animals that stayed awake in the storm that night. They plotted and conceived plans that would help them get rid of the pigs. But between the two separate factions there was no conjunctive agreement of action that night so they agreed for the time being just to remain a happy worker on the outside and condense their hatred for the pigs within until the time was right. They had agreed to this and decided to go to bed. All of the chickens climbed into their coop and next to them was the cattle stables. James climbed down from his perch and fluttered over to his friend the ox and they spoke in secrecy.

JAMES: "Greg, I KNOW a way on how we can get rid of the pigs but it's going to require an outside force to help us move along in our plans."

GREG: "You mean like the mafia?"

JAMES: "Yes exactly, I've been watching this fox at the farm next to ours, everyday I watch him steal eggs and milk from them and get away with it. He is the type of sly fellow I know that can get rid of our swine problem once and for all."

GREG: "Yeah ok whatever you say, work on it tomorrow cause I'm going to bed- GOOD NIGHT."

And the huge tired black ox turned over on his side and went into slumber land and the rooster thought it would be a good plan also so he returned to the coop and waited till dawn to complete his first task.

Dawn's shimmering majesty was broken by that annoying cackle of James's crow the next morning. Art and the three pigs were there to meet them all with their slimy snouts overseeing them. They were all directed to their designated workstations like they did every morning since Art came to town and braved the worst of another long day. All of the animals slowly stirred out of their beds of hay and rose like the dead to start their next day of chores. The sheep went to the meadow for pasture and to later be shaved by Farmer Don. The cattle went to the milking plant and were ready to be hooked up and sucked by Don once he got done with the sheep. The chickens went to a different coop further out on the range, it was there that Art had himself wrapped around the white lustrous body of the chicken Mary. James came out of the corner to ensure his girls remained in productive line.

JAMES: "Mary I could really use your help inside assorting the good from the bad eggs."

MARY: "S-sure James I'll come along."

And Mary scurried into the coop just thankful to get away and be able to get back to back breaking work.

ART: "Now what do you need her for, don't you think the others could do it?"

JAMES: "I got the others laying more eggs this instant, and by the way we could use some more feed in there."

ART: "Well that's the thing, see we're really tight for food this week and we just need to work harder to get our feed back up."

JAMES: "So how do you expect us to work harder with less food to go around?"

ART: "Well, you see we just got to make some sacrifices and work really hard this week in order to get more food for next."

JAMES: "Well that sounds like a truly brilliant plan (acting very sarcastic.)

ART: "Yup, good enough."

And Art scurried back to his little mud swallow; his other pigs were laying there waiting for them. The pit was lavish filled with the finest mud imported from the Botswana Mountains, and their trough was overfilled with the finest hog slop while the other animals starved. Then Farmer Don strutted around the corner of their mud hole. His New York accent pricked up when he saw his little piggies wallowing.

DON: "ART, I just came back from the hen house."

ART: "A-a-a-and?" (Art's voice was questioned with fear that his boss was ready to reprimand him for anything rotten he might have been doing over there.)

DON: "And I'm damn impressed with the organizational skills of sorting all of those rotten and fresh eggs over there, very orthodox my pig."

ART: "Oh yeah, you liked that, I thought that all up myself. Let me show you over by the cattle pumping station to new improvements I did over there also."

And Art lead Don over to the cattle station leaving a little trail of mud trickling off of his hooves. His other pigs laid there in luxury as Greg swayed by them on his way also over to the cattle house to ensure his cattle's productivity.

STEVE: "Hey I wouldn't go over to your station Greg, Art and Don just went over there."

GREG: "Oh really." (A sinister sneer pricked up on the oxen's face cause he now had plans of his own over there besides checking up on his cattle.)

STEVE: "Yeah and you know how that asshole Art likes to cause trouble, he'll take credit for your work or he's going to go over there now and mess up your own work and make you clean it up later."

CHRIS: "Yeah like what he just did to James."

JUSTIN: "Yeah and he's going to mess up all you're shit, heh heh."

GREG: "Well that asshole has got another thing coming for him soon, real big and we're going to get everyone in on this, thanks boys."

And Greg trotted off towards his cattle station, meanwhile James is back up atop the hen house surveying the land and ensuring the progress of his starved animals. At first his vision picks up at a big black trotting mass of Greg heading towards his cows but then it veers off to the distance to old man Peabody's farm right next store. He sees that same fox in Peabody's henhouse running out with a handful of eggs. James knew that now was the time to act so he flew down from his perch and ran over to the fox and called his attention behind the chicken wire, which divided the two farms.

JAMES: "Hey you fox, I got a proposition for ya."

FOX: "Whose to say I can trust you rooster?"

JAMES: "Whose to say I just won't crow now and get Peabody's attention."

FOX: "All right you make a good point, whatta ya want."

And James gave the fox the whole entire story of how him and all the other animals are treated and starved beyond recognition but they have to keep on going. James made the Fox the proposition if an agreement could be made in exchange the fox could get rid of the pigs on the farm.

FOX: "Well James, it's going to cost ya. And I'm going to have to call in my two friends to assist me in such a huge task."

JAMES: "Yeah sure no problem, your welcome to have all the eggs and stuff you want. Anything we can produce you are welcome to have in exchange of getting rid of the pigs- by any means necessary."

FOX: "All right then, I'll keep you informed with each one of the pigs I get rid of and you give me something in return- fair enough?"

JAMES: "Yes that sounds great, whenever you need me I'll be clucking about."

And the little red runty fox sped off into the woods with Peabody's eggs cradled under his arms. In the thicket of the woods he made a call to his furry brethren. The fox called upon his two brothers in his den named AC and Moore, the two toughest wolves in all the woods and the knew he could rely on their brute strength in his treachery and plans of deceit on James' wishes of freedom from an oppressive pig. Their first plan of attack is taking out the weakest so that meant the piglets Chris and Justin, a plan was laid out and the furry brethren headed towards the mud pit.

Back at the mud pit Farmer Don just dropped off Art and returned back to his household, Art was immediately greeted with new tales from his two facers of what his deceivers were up to.

STEVE: "Yeah Greg says he and the others got something planned for you so you should watch your back."

ART: "Well I'll show them, see all you got to do when dealing with these animals is just interrogate one on one and the whole system will break down. And um, I'm just going to bring you for moral support. Let's go find one of theme Steve."

STEVE: "You got it pal, you kids keep the mud warm while were gone."

CHRIS/JUSTIN: "Sure thing pops."

And two pigs left and two remained, and behind Chris and Justin was a thorn berry thicket where three predators were awaiting their meal. Chris and Justin had no idea what was awaiting them as they so gleefully played in the mud and feasted on used corncobs as the other animals sweated and toiled the land. In fact they didn't even realize to the very last second when they felt fangs ripping into their necks. AC, MOORE and the fox dragged the bodies into the woods. Their bodies were stored for the keeping for later and they ventured back out onto the farmland for their payment. Their entrance way back out led them to a new trail that opened them right to the fenced in meadow where the sheep pastured.

FOX: "Well boys I think for such a clean getaway and slaying we should get twice the amount of a reward."

AC: "What are you saying Fox, how much of a reward are you looking at here."

FOX: "Well James thinks I'm only out for eggs and milk and he doesn't know I got a wolf pack as back up. Fellas, I say we can take this whole farm and everything it's worth."

MOORE: "Right from the sources up you mean, don't ya Fox?"

FOX: "That's right Moore, first we get all these sheep then we go to them to see what they want to give us, and then we heh-huh....."

And Fox whispered a devilish plan to his two brothers that would clear this farmland of all it's worth and throw it into chapter 11. They flew down the hill that oversaw all the meadow and like a pack of Viking pillagers; they raided and ransacked the sheep of all there worth. They killed them all, they killed Kathleen and Jean and all their followers. All that was left was bloody blades of grass that the sheep should have feasted on that morning but were interrupted by their untimely deaths. AC and Moore dragged most of the sheep back to their den where the piglets were having their eternal sleep. Fox in the meantime dashed out through the wooden picketed fence in order to receive his payment from James.

Greg was toiling the earth in the fields, which was what he got for trying to interrupt Art and Don's ass kissing session. He was strapped up to the plow where James stood perched upon telling him of the plan that the fox was perusing. It then caught the corner of his round yellow eye there was a sly figure pouncing towards his way.

JAMES: "See Greg, here comes our little terrorist right now."

Fox skid in the dirt putting a halt to his dangerously fast speed and in the process accidentally kicking clotted clumps of dirt in Greg's face.

FOX: "A half of your plan has been done, me and my partners want payment for getting rid of Chris and Justin."

GREG: "Who are your partners and how do we know the plan was finished."

JAMES: "Easy there big guy, these guys our are friends to find freedom and justice."

FOX: "I can understand the interrogation for someone I never met before either. My fangs and fur are covered in pig's blood as you can see look." (And the Fox grinned over at James and Greg, James was happy the task was finished but Greg felt a little uneasy that he could notice two distinctly different shades of blood on the fox)

JAMES: "Looks great Fox, feel free to take whatever wool you can to keep you warm during the winter months for Chris and take whatever eggs you can carry for Justin."

FOX: "It sounds good James, thank you. I shall be back to report with the departure of Steve, our next target."

And Fox darted back into the woods to commence the next phase of his plan. He told his brothers they were given a chance for chicken eggs but they once again became greedy and wanted to go one step further. Together the three of them crept out of the woods and slithered down to the hen house. There they saw that Linda, Lana, Jenn and Mary were all peacefully sleeping and clucking eggs in their slumber. It was too late for them also when they realized fangs wrapped around their necks and their feathers flew everywhere hoping to escape. But the henhouse was like a coffin and the Fox, AC and Moore snatched up all their bodies and returned back into the woods ready to start the next plan.

James and Greg were having a conversation over the Fox's work and from a hill's crest away Art and Steve approached them with ambitions of interrogation floating in their minds.

GREG: "I don't know if I can trust that Fox James, especially since he won't tell us who his partners are."

JAMES: "I don't care if his partners are Mr. Ed and Wilbur the talking pig. As long as he and his partners-"

ART: "Partners in what may I pray tell?"

STEVE: "Probably partners to get around your rule Art."

JAMES: "Actually were talking about partners in our game later so really mind your own business."

ART: "Well I wanted to talk with you anyways. James come for a walk with me we need to talk."

The pig and the rooster went for a stroll heading out to the barn where another pig and the ox remained in the field.

GREG: "You make me sick you two faced bastard, you'll act as our friend one second and talk shit behind Art's back but once the moment arises you'll be right back there with your snout up his ass laughing at his jokes and proclaiming how much of a great boss he is."

STEVE: "As long as it ensures my own safety and keeping me fed I'll do what it takes. If he wants to tell me a bad joke or bullshit with me on my time then that's up to him, I got three mouths to feed and I'll do what it takes to keep that flowing. Kissing ass ain't so bad, you should really try it some time."

And Steve turned his ass in Greg's general direction and his little curly tail stuck straight up in the air in mockery of Greg wanting him to kiss it pretty for him. Greg just remained in pure furious anger against someone bent on self ascendancy as Steve and it only made him feel better knowing Steve was going to get his soon enough. Steve waddled back to his mud hole awaiting to be greeted by his two sons in some nice warm mud and fresh slop dumped out by Farmer Don. He was a little worried to find that the mud hole had been half emptied. A lot of the water had been splashed out all over on the sides and tracks of hooves and animal prints were all around the brim leading into the woods. His gaze followed the path to a woody thicket and could see three pairs of glowing yellow eyes staring right back at him. Fear jutted down Steve's spine as he decided to make a run for it. Too bad his years had caught up with him and this time not even the most ass kissing could get him out of such a predicament as the Fox and the two wolves pounced on his body and ripped it to shreds. Steve's body was dragged back to the woods and the Fox continued his plan as he did before. He left the woods to go find James and receive his next payment plan.

Near the barn Art was giving James a whole big speech of how he knew everything that was going on in the farm and he couldn't escape Art's over encompassing ears and eyes.

ART: "You can pick your nose on this farm and I'll know about it rooster. I've warned you about your treachery before and this was your final warning. All I need to see is you doing something wrong and I'll get Farmer Don on you like stink on shit."

JAMES: "You don't have anything on me Art, despite what you may think I'm just a worker going about my own business and-"

DON: "What seems to be the dispute here fellas." (Farmer Don comes around the corner just getting done pumping the cows ready to hear about this little dispute he might be able to settle.)

ART: "Just having a little talk with my worker here boss, right James."

JAMES: "Yeah that's all Don, and I was about to continue my business until I was interrupted by Art, so if you don't mind I'll be on my way."

DON: "Good, this gives me a chance to talk to you over some private matters that I've been hearing so many complaints about."

And James left the two and returned over to his oxen friend plowing the field and he could see in the distance Art and Farmer Don discussing important matters.

JAMES: "Do you see that Greg, it makes my blood boil just knowing Art is bullshiting and kissing Don's ass getting out of whatever predicament Don is harassing him about."

GREG: "Well Art does have that gift to bend the truth and all sorts of facts to meet his own compromising will. He'll get his soon though, I can see that the Fox is heading towards us right now in a bit of a hurry."

A flash of orange dashed across the unplowed soil waiting to receive his next gift from his clients.

FOX: "It is done and Steve is dead, what will you give me for this prize."

JAMES: "All we have left is milk from the cows, you're free take as much as you can carry."

GREG: "And where are your associates again little Fox."

FOX: "They are in the woods right now where are I gotta go right now and tell them, cya guys."

And Fox dashed off in a hurry to tell his comrades that they are going to kill all the cattle much like what they did to all the sheep and all chickens. They left in a pack and headed towards the cattle house to claim their next prize. As they headed off to their new destination they saw the Farmer heading away from the barn, which was good cause, they knew their next kill was all alone. They snuck into the cattle house and slaughtered Brian, Lori, Harry and Jim much like they so easily did with their other prizes that they stole from their clients.

Meanwhile Farmer Don passed by Greg and James; he gave them a cheerful grin and wave as he strolled by.

JAMES: "I wonder what they talked about."

GREG: "Whatever it was I'm sure Art distorted enough beyond any sense of truth. Speaking of the truth, I'm wondering more about our friend the Fox, I really don't know if I can trust him much James."

JAMES: "Even if you don't trust him he's only gotta get rid of one more nascence and we'll be free once more, in the days before Don hired those pigs to oversee us. C'mon lets go for a break in the barn.

And James unhooked his friend from the plow and the two headed towards the barn for a little break. Little did they know when they passed by the empty chicken coop they could have noticed the feathers strewn about or the bloody footprints on the wall. But Farmer Don was able to notice something quite peculiar when he reached the grazing meadow. His glare noticed the blood stained blades of grass that lead towards the woods. He panicked a bit and on his travels passed by the pigs watering hole, he saw hoove prints and prints that belonged to some sort of wolf or coyote. He put two and two together and ran to his house for some help.

Back at the cattle house Art was strolling around, he was on his rounds to check up on the steady cash flow of his cattle like he normally did. He was a little perturbed to hear no sounds of the cattle being pumped of their milk so he decided to slide open the door to check up. Nothing was visible and he rambled for his supposed friends waiting for a response.

ART: "Uh, hello Jim? Harry, Lori you around? Where's my special Bria-OH MY GOD!"

He became frightened as all shit when he saw all his employees being gnarled on by the ghastly fangs of the wolves and Fox. Art squealed like a little piggy in such fright that all of their attention went from the flayed flesh to the pursuit of a new hunt.

FOX: "There he is fellas, our final piece of work. GET 'EM!"

And a massive chase ensued, Art sped out on the dirt and he kicked it up like a '77 Camaro in a barren dirt field. He sped so fast his upper body couldn't keep up and he fell to the ground.

ART: "Oh god oh JESUS, oh my arthritis, ohhhhhhhh."

But the old fat pig didn't stand a chance and the three predators jumped on Art and each grabbed an end of the other white meat. Fox's teeth wrapped around Art's nose, AC got one of his hooves clamped in his mouth and Moore got the curly q tale and simultaneously yanked with all their might. Art was ripped to shreds and his organs splattered against the cattle house wall like the entrails of a piñata. He was constantly ripped and gnawed upon and the last seconds of Art's life were spent as he watched his organs be devoured an inch from his face. The feast was done and Fox, AC and Moore all strolled out towards the barn and were ready for their final payment plan from their cliental.

James and Greg were hanging out inside the barn, the cool shade of the massive area provided such soothing comfort from the blistering sun of August. James' hearing was pricked up when he could hear the door slowly sliding open scraping against the earth floor.

FOX: "Little pigs, little pigs let me -BELCH-hahahaha."

AC: "Ah, good one Foxy, hehehehe."

MOORE: "Oh no more for me anymore, after today I'm going strictly Kosher."

JAMES: "So I can see everything came out as planned."

GREG: "And we finally get to meet your friends-wolves." (sternness and anger stewed in Greg's voice. He knew something bad was about to happen and his massive body stood up ready for a fight.)

FOX: "The plan was better than expected."

JAMES: "We're sorry, we don't have anything else to pay you in."

AC: "Oh but you do my friend."

JAMES: "How's about an I.O.U."

MOORE: "Well we're going to claim it now." (AC and Moore used their heads and pushed the massive door shut."

GREG: "You don't want what I'm going to give you."

FOX: "Trust me boys, you won't be complaining far after we take it." (Fox, AC, and Moore lunged towards Greg and James.)

James flew around the barn, he climbed atop a beam in the barn as Fox tried to leap up and bite his beautifully colored tail. James stood tough and clobbered the wolves his mighty horns as each one approached him. They would bounce against the red walls of the barn and charged again ready for another attack. Fox was getting closer and closer to James' tail; he latched on to one of his longest feathers and plucked it out. James let out the loudest crow ever and screamed for his life being in danger.

JAMES: "CLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK"

*BOOM* was the large noise that interrupted James' scream for help. All faces looked towards its origin, in the doorway. It was Farmer Don toting a twelve gauge double barrel Remington shotgun, its mouth had smoke slowly escaping its orifice of a recently blasted load.

DON: "I figured it was time for some of my divine intervention in this matter once and for all."

Don let off a couple more rounds on the furry fiends but they were too fast for his maneuvers and they quickly escaped out of the barn and back into the woods to enjoy all of their gifts they had received from all day. James and Greg were a little startled from the attack and were still shaking with fear; Don came over to them and soothed them with his voice.

DON: "It's ok boys, it's all over now, it's ok. It was time for Art's reign to end and he and the others met it with tooth and fang. But now you two are still safe and that is all that matters. Together the three of us will rebuild and restart this farming empire of ours, and it's just going to be all right."

NARRATOR: "The end of that day I skewered all throughout the farm land fixing up all the death and destruction those wolves made. In the winter months I was able to follow their tracks back to their den where I skinned them alive and sold their coats to the Canadians. I figured they stole from me and I stole it back from them with every pretty penny their furs were worth. After all my management was killed I bought some older steeds from Peabody's farm that I called Chantel and Missy. They were hard working horses and brought the whole farm back together again. And that is my story I have to tell you, despite it being full of constant treachery, deceitfulness, and backstabbing it brings a true moral of the abuse of power in the entire working community today. You watch out who works for you cause you can never trust anyone who you don't treat properly."