A Message To Livestock Everywhere
Hello sheep and hello cows. If you are a horse or a duck then don't worry - we've not forgot you. Pigs, geese, and fatted calf, lend an ear, 'coz this concerns you all!
It's been ages and ages since that bloke, Orwell, last wrote a history book with you lot in it so this blog is to speak to the livestock.
If you're wondering why you ain't been getting milked lately or where your hay has gone, wonder no more. The answer is quite simply really, but you really ain't gonna be that impressed.
It's 'coz yer owners are far to blooming busy with their noses in their computers trying to earn some decent dosh.
They don't think you pay your way so they've got plans for you.
If you've never seen a bacon buttie then you're in for a bit of a surprise. Once your owner's filled his bank a bit you're for the high jump. It's choppity chop with your back bits and it's choppity chop with the front.
What they've got planned with your tenderest bits won't just bring tears to your eyes...it'll bring tears to every living creature's eyes.
Don't panic - it takes them a while to get something called a website going and fill it up with nonsense. Other people read it and hands them loads of electrical money called wonga so they will be a little while.
But once they've done it and it's all going proper they'll be straight on their phones.
The first thing you will know about it is when this big lorry turns up and the geeezer says "Get in," If your lucky you'll go straight down the road, not far. But some of you lot, specially the yummy ones, or the ones who funny people like, could end up going over seas so do pack your pills and send a postcard when you get there. Your owner would love to hear from you.
Then comes the best bit when they get you to a nice big building. If it smells funny it's 'coz it ain't gonna be that funny. No for you, anyway. The bloke that's shooting you might be having a laugh on mis mobile at the time so it's not all bad news, eh? If you're lucky he might hit you first time.
Close your eyes for this next bit - don't read it if you've just had your din dins. Hold on a minute - it's far too gruesome for here. We don't want to know where our bacon butties come from we just wants your back home and in our tummies..
So don't worry about posting the postcard, eh - bring it with you and leave it at the side of the plate.
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Entertaining post Andre...very creative! It got me googling...and found although I've read his book about the animals, I don't believe I've read any of the others...and, after reading a bit of the summaries of 1984...well, looks rather intriguing. I just might have to read that one sometime.
Hope you've had a great weekend...mine was busy with working at the lovely day job on my weekend off...if that makes sense! Anyways, now I'll be enjoying the entire week off...at least off from the 9-5 and have time to have my nose in the computer! Best wishes :) -Sherry
Thanks Sherry - 1984 is a really good book. I haven't read it for years but there is a movie of it available somewhere.
Hop you have a cool week. - Andre
Blackpool why there of all the places you could pick ha ha ha have not read that book for sometime,, have a great weekend
Hiya Katie - don't want them pooping around here, do we? Have fun Today and tomorrow. Hope you have a great time. - Andre
I read Nineteen Eighty-Four in 1960, even though it had been around since 1949. You know the ending many times over, but Britain has yet to be renamed Airstrip One. Good comedy for week's end. I appreciate your creative writing as timely diversions. Good show. Larry
Hiya mate. How's the outback there in Utah?
I've downloaded your pic, that's brilliant. If you ever fit laser guided surface to air missiles will you do be a favour?
On CHristmas night when Santa comes round your way...
Shoot the old git down for me will ya? I never got my bike!!!
Watch out though, coz I'll be after YOUR wheels,
Have fun - Andre
Addit info: chair comes with gun rack, designed by a farmer who likes hunting. 10mph across country, low profile, silent running. Then elevation to standing height over cover. The deer don't stand a chance.
I didn't realize you were related to Roy Brown (Aussie version: Kevin Wilson).
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That quite I like your humor.
Hello George.
Thanks for commenting. My sense of humour is a little off beat at times. It's the livestock I feel sorry for - they don't get the joke.
Best wishes - Andre
I'm sure they don't as they go up the ramp