And it shortly came to pass…
The snarling demon cracked his whip and
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shouted, “Go on
– You’re here for eternity – Go on.”
“But everything
is on fire!” cried the Great
Orange Pig.
“Flames everywhere.”
“That’s why
they call it hell,” grinned the slobbering
ghoul.
“Who are all
those mournful souls flittering
just above the
smoke and flames?” asked the Great
Orange Pig.
“They are all
the suckers and losers who followed
you here,”
snapped the fiend.
All my beautiful
MAGGOTs? thought the
Great
Orange Pig.
The demon
pointed to a mob of raging spirits
Orange Pig
looked confused. Who are they?
Why are
they here? he wondered.
The ghoul
interrupted his thoughts, “That is
the rounder of
swine who you incited to turn the
Sacred Barn
into a pigsty. Remember, you later pardoned
them.”
They struggled
through a chaotic and terrifying
landscape. The
Great Orange Pig pointed toward a
creature with
two gruesome mouths, each blabbering
out of opposite
sides of his face.
“Who is that
ugly soul?” asked the Great Orange
Pig.
The demon
replied, “That’s your VP, the
Hillbilly
Piggy.”
They trudged on
and a specter doing push-ups
in the molten
muck became clear. It was surrounded
by shelled
destroyed buildings and rotting corpses.
“Who is that
disgusting being?” asked the Great
Orange Pig.
“Your Secretary
of Wars of Choice, Piggy Pete,”
replied the
demon.
Then they came
upon a group of phantoms
floating in the
smoke above the flames being swept
this way and
that way by the raging winds.
“Who are they?”
asked the Great Orange Pig.
“That is MAGGOT
Mike’ the Squeaker of the
House and all
the pigs that had turned into sheep,”
informed the
beast.
Suddenly, there
was a large group of lecherous
pedophile
ghosts marching by and carrying an
angry-looking
sow on their shoulders. The Great
Orange Pig
pointed and said, “What?” The demon
just laughed
and explained, “That is Ham Bondage,
your Attorney
General.”
They walked on,
choking on putrid fumes.
The Great
Orange Pig pointed to another sow with
long flaming
hair. She was surrounded by dead puppies
and frightened
brown spirits. “WHO?” cried
the Great
Orange Pig. “Surely you recognize Kristi
No-Room, your
Homeland Security Director,”
asserted the
ghoul.
They climbed a
steep incline and approached
a gigantic
smoldering boulder. It was bald on top.
Its most
prominent feature was a gaping horrific
mouth engorged
with brown bodies. Steam and
putrid water
puddled at its base. The Great Orange
Pig gazed and
gaped in terror. “What is this atrocity?”
he gasped. The
ghoul shrugged his shoulders,
“Stephen Swine,
your Border Security Nazi” he said.
“ICE melts down
here!”
The demon
looked up. He smiled at the threatened
spirit
dominating the landscape. It dangled
threads of
flame down towards the Great Orange
Pig.
“Who is this? –
What does he want?” gasped the
Great Orange
Pig.
“That is the
Nasty Old Russian Bear,” said the
demon. “He just
wants you to give him here what
you gave in
life – your obedience!” the ghoul laughed.
They
encountered a hoard of spirits, raging in
decreasing
concentric circles above them. The Great
Orange Pig
pointed up, “Who are they?”
The ogre
shrugged his shoulders and laughed,
“They are the
useless jackasses and jennies who ran
around in
circles braying at one another while you
were destroying
the Farm.”
Almost
immediately, the Great Orange Pig
noted
black-robed phantoms staring down on him.
He enquired of
the demon, “Why do they look so
anguished?”
“They granted
you immunity for your evil
deeds,”
asserted the beast.
The Great
Orange Pig was suddenly surrounded
by bent-over
souls, struggling to drag an unmovable
obstruction
from the sulfur, smoke, and flames.
“Who are these
miserable spirits?” the Great Orange
Pig queried.
“This is your
family, bearing the burdens of all
the evil that
you have done throughout your life,”
grunted the
beast.
After trudging
for what seemed like eternity
through endless
fire and brimstone, the Great Orange
Pig dropped to
his knees, staring off in the distance.
His eye was
caught by a glow, almost imperceptible
from his vantage point. “What is that
beautiful
vision?” he
said pointing to the point of light.
The demon
looked into the eyes of the Great
Orange Pig.
He said softly, “The road to hell – it is
paved in gold.”
Animal Farm: The Rest of the Story
By Forrest C, Greenslade, PhD
Published By Newman Springs
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