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"Okay, all together now!"

"Four legs good!" "Baa!"
"Two legs bad!" "Baa!"
"Wings are a leg!" "Baa!"
"But not an egg!" "Baa!"

"Four legs good!" "Baa!"
"Two legs bad!" "Baa!"
"It's nice to eat grass!" "Baa!"
"But not broken glass!" "Meh!"

In a nearby ditch, something moves. One of the sheep catches a glance at the moving pile of mud.

"Baabaara! Look!"

A second sheep comes over and peers at the moving muddy thing.

"What is it Baanaby?"
"I don't know. Is it a friend?"
"How many legs has it got?"

Baanaby looks at it. For a long time.

"Six." it decides.
"Then it's an insect." Baabaara replies wisely. She scrambles down the ditch and pokes it experimentally.

The mud-creature snaps at her with its teeth.

"BAAAAAAD! BAAAAAD!" the sheep bleat, scrambling away.

For a little while, all is quiet. The creature in the mud struggles eventually to its feet, wincing as a sharp pain runs through his side and his back leg.

"Comrade Snowball?"

At once he bares his teeth. He may not be able to see anyone, but he can still hear them.

"Do not be afraid comrade, we are the Resistance. Eat this. You will feel stronger."

An apple is placed in front of his nose. He begins to eat gratefully. The four porkers gather around him.

"What is your bidding leader? What is the plan?"

Snowball's confused mind comes out with random stuff.
"Jones? ...agents... against Napoleon... for years?"

"Did you hear that comrades. He has been Jones' agent for years!"

No, that's not it. Where am I?
"Frederick?"

"Yes, we shall help you comrade. Napoleon shall fall."
"He's in a bad way. Let's get him to Frederick. He'll know what to do."
"Yes, tonight comrade. Hang in there."