By Eden Michelle Sinclair
Sweet words uttered to convince, The animals bowed in compliance. At first glance, all is well. That's when the farm started to fall.
Each day, sheep die. Horses have been put down. The wise dogs have been silenced. The animals all frown. But who are they to even try? The hierarchy has made them like that.
But the pigs thrive in their milk and apples. The posh pony can't stand being locked in. Privilege is what they have made for themselves. And not the animals that they should take care of.
No right to fight. No right to object. No one is right. Scratch that, just the subjects.
In the end, we're in a pigsty. All mouths against the pigs will end up at the glue factory.
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