In the days of Manor Farm, there was a great famine that lasted for years on end. The animals worked many hours on end with no breaks and little food and in the end, when all was harvested; the only reward that would come upon the exhausted beings was lump of sugar and a crammed, unhygenic stable or coop. Mr. Jones knew there was a solution to this problem but it was costly. He knew the animals needed the crops because he could not afford to purchase any items to keep the animals fed, so all Mr. Jones could do is watch them suffer.
Which brings us to a young boar named Major. He had never worked a day in his 2 years of life. Major had just one a beauty pageant and Mr. Jones had been using the money to keep Manor Farm up and running. Nevertheless Major was a very happy little sole.
As time went by, many of the unfortunate animals had passed away do to the unforgiving plague of starvation. One of these people was old Major's father. This pulled Major away from his own world and opened his eyes. He suddenly realized that all the animals are slowly disappearing and he would be gone if this keep going the way it is! Major found his mother way at the back of the barn sadly humming a tune that he had never heard before. She only knew three words, but the tune was crystal clear. Major slowly started to relax and gently drifted to bed
In Major's dream he saw his father way at the back of the barn singing the same song as his mother was but this time knowing every single word. He was enchanted by everything around him and heard the song quite clear…
Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland
Beasts of every land and clime
Harken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time
Soon or late the day is coming
All the crop will be o'ergrown
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be harvested to the bone
Riches more than mind can picture
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
Clover, beans and mangel-wurzels
Shall be ours upon that day
Bright will shine the fields of England
Purer shall its waters be
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that gets us feed
For the day we all must labor,
Though we die before it break;
Cows and horses, geese and turkey
All must toil to get a break
Beasts of England beasts of Ireland
Beasts of every land and clime
Harken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time
The sound started to filter out and Major slowly faded away into the real world unable to discard those dreary but sow how joyfullyrics from his mind. But before he could reflect on any more of that powerful statement of a song Major was rudely interrupted by a loud bang (sounding extremely similar to a gunshot) and a scream sounding extremely similar to his mother's! He hustled out into the fields and just to the right of the barn house he found his mother, motionless on the cold hard ground and Mr. Jones by her side wielding a rifle. Mr. Jones needed the meat from Major's mother so he wouldn't starve and die like the other animals. Jones decided to take meat from an animal that had served their time and was too old to do work.
Major did not feel shocked, neither did he feel remorseful but he was blinded with a veil of hatred and rage for all of mankind. Major charged straight at Mr. Jones but before he could cause any harm, one of Jones's men tranquilized him immediately incasing Major in a tomb of sleep.
Again Major had the same dream of his father but this time accompanied by his mother. The two of his parents were both chanting what seemed to be the same song but more hateful. These were words that spoke of humans being overthrown and the world being ruled by animals. These were the true words of "Beasts of England"