It had all seemed so different only two weeks ago.
The sun had been shining. And in the Virginia paddock, and the New Jersey paddock, there had been blue cornflowers spreading along the fence lines.
The red chickens that had wanted Pig Trump to be President still gathered around to hear him speak. But the crows said that there were many fewer than before.
However, the White Barn was still a mess. Pig Trump had appointed Leatherneck Turtle and everyone had expected him to clean things up.
But all Leatherneck Turtle had done was slap a new coat of paint on the outside. No one had found any more pages of the constitution. Apparently the catch on the gun locker was still broken and an HR director hadn’t been appointed.
For many years, everyone had agreed that the ponies and draft horses, and chickens and pigs all had an obligation to contribute a share of what they made to help Swamp Farm run. To fix the roads and the fences. And the barns. And the coops.
And while everyone complained, and thought that they gave more than their fair share, everyone helped.
But now there was a rumour that Mnuchin the Munchkin (agree – not very original 🙄) and Weasel McConnell had been looking at the cash book.
And, together with Pig Trump, and the Golden Ponies from the Big Apple Orchard, they had proposed a new system.
They said that if you let the rich pigs and the Golden Ponies have more money by reducing what they gave to Swamp Farm, and the chickens and other animals had less money by asking them to make a bigger contribution and receive less food, then all of the pigs and all the Golden Ponies and all the chickens and all the other animals will all work harder! 🤔
And the pigs and the Golden Ponies would give their extra share to the chickens and other animals anyway. 🤑
And so there will be more for everyone. 🐖🛩😏
All of this was justified by something called “trickle down economics”.
But all the chickens and other farmyard animals knew that the only consequence of things trickling down on a farm was that those on the bottom lived in more sh#t. 💩
What will happen? Will the chickens be convinced that there is more in less?
Will the turkeys 🦃 really vote for Thanksgiving?
