A play written script for Animal Farm, by George Orwell, chapter three.
Narrator: The harvest has begun, and all the animals were working to help bring in this year’s crop and hay. They had to work hard, because the tools were designed for human use and not for animals. The pigs were in charge, of course, and were finding a way to avoid all obstacles.
Boxer (to Clover): Let’s get to work here!
Clover: Yes, let’s!
Narrator: So, with that, Boxer and Clover hooked themselves up to the cutter and the horse-rake to begin harvesting the fresh hay.
Snowball: Gee up, Comrade!
Napoleon: Whoa back, Comrade!
Narrator: Meanwhile, the hens and ducks were at the fields, gathering up every last strip of hay.
Napoleon: Come on Comrades! Let us gather up every bit of hay, so that we will have enough food to last us. Every strip of hay counts!
Narrator: everyone worked hard, except the cat and Mollie, who were always busy elsewhere…
Squealer: Comrade, where were you? We needed help to gather all the crops.
Cat (after a hard day): *purr* I went to go find some milk for myself because you can’t have me starving. *purr*
Narrator: All the animals were pretty much changed by the revolution and capturing of the farm, except for Benjamin…
Squealer: Comrade Benjamin, are you happier now without Jones around?
Benjamin: Donkeys live a long time. None of you have ever seen a dead donkey.
Narrator: On Sundays, there was no work for the animals, so, in honor of Animal Farm, they would gather to see the flag run up the flagpole…
Snowball: Comrades, look at our beautiful flag! The green represents the green hills of England and the horn & hoof represents the Republic of Animals. Long Live Animal Farm!
Napoleon: And, as a side note, the small paddock behind the orchard will be used and reserved for superannuated animals wishing to retire. Now come! Let us sing, “The Beasts of England”.
Narrator: As the days flew by, the pigs went about organizing a group of committees in charge of things from, eggs for the hens, to whiter wool for the sheep. They studied the arts of blacksmithing and carpentering. They also put together an education class for all the animals.
Dogs: “…No animal shall wear clothes,” “No animal shall drink alcohol…”
Muriel (reading a newspaper): Listen to this front-page headline, “Jones Gets Expelled From His Own Farm, By Animals”, hmm… embarrassing, don’t you think? Well, to continue on, “Today a flag was sighted in the previously owned Manor Farm, by Mr. Pilkington…”
Clover: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H …
Boxer: A, B, C, D. Uhh… Now what’s next? Hmm………Oh! Now I remember! E, F, G, H. Now back to the beginning, A, B, C, D. Hmm, what was next?
Mollie: *dreamily* M-O-L-L-I-E; Ah!
(muttering to herself) very nice, Mollie, you’ve really overdone it!
Narrator: After much thought on the subject, Snowball announced that the first 2 commandments could be reduced to…
Sheep: “4 legs good, 2 legs bad” (*4)
Narrator: Quiet, otherwise you’ll be blasted into oblivion! Now where was I, ahh… yes. Napoleon said that all of this was nonsense and that he was more…
Napoleon: interested in raising the young. So, off I took Jessie & Bluebell’s young pups as soon as they were born. Oh! *whispering* And Squealer, you will need to tell the animals that we’ll need all the apples and milk.
Squealer: (finishing up) So… as you can see, we pigs need the milk and apples. If we don’t have them, then Jones will come back, and want don’t want him to come back? Do we…?
All: *muttering* well………….yes……….. I guess………yeah.
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