NAPOLEON....... WHAT A PIG!

Another pig who was on TV a long while ago was Miss Piggy. I did not like her at all- she seemed very stuck-up and rather piggy.

But this story is about a pig called Napoleon, like a rather nasty leader in France about two hundred years ago. Napoleon the pig also wanted to be a leader, and I am afraid he turned out to be a rather piggy pig.

He lived on Mr. Jones farm, along with all the other animals. And life was pretty hard on the farm. Often, Mr. Jones got drunk. Then he forgot to feed the animals, or left the gates open, or beat the horses to make them work harder. So one day, a clever pig by the
name of Major called a barn-hall meeting. He told the animals the reason life was so hard was because the world was ruled by humans, and they expected the animals to do all the work. If they drove Mr. Jones off the farm, then they would all be free, and everyone
would be very happy. And if they remembered never to sleep in a bed, never to drink beer, and never to make money, they would live happily ever after.

The animals thought about what Major was saying, and they decided it was a great idea. So the next time that Mr. Jones got drunk, they drove their cruel master away from the farm. Napoleon served them all a double ration of corn, with two extra cookies for each of the dogs, and the horses (who thought they could sing tenor) led the animals in singing a very happy song, a sort of national anthem, called Beasts of Canada.

Then Napoleon and his friends Snowball and Squealer, who were quite good at writing, took big paint brushes in their front hooves and painted seven commandments in large letters on the side of the barn:

And for a while, the animals shared the food on the farm, and were very happy. But after a bit, some of the animals noticed they were not getting any milk in their feed. Then all of the apples sort of disappeared. Squealer explained that he and Napoleon did not really
like eating all of the apples and drinking all of the milk, but they had to, because planning the farm was such hard work for their brains. Next, Napoleon trained some fierce dogs to attack any animals who argued with him.

Then, the pigs moved into the farmhouse, and one day it seemed like the fourth commandment had changed, because the sign on the barn now read:

No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets

Soon, Napoleon had the animals working harder than they had ever done, clear-cutting timber to sell, so that he could go down to the liquor store and buy beer for drunken parties. And eventually, Napoleon learned to stand on two feet. He became great friends with the
farmers round about, and the life of the other animals was more miserable than it had been with Mr. Jones.