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George Orwell…The Interview

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Orwell.”

“Why?  What’s pleasurable about it?”

“You’re a star.  Everyone loves your book, 1984,”

“What good did it do?  No one seems to have learned anything from reading it?”


“No one pays any attention to the truth, they just keep going, blind as bats and dumb as whatever you believe to be the dumbest thing on earth.  How can you say that people love my book when they are LIVING it and don’t even realize it?  1984 was not a fairy tale, it was a warning…a wake up call.”

“Yes, I realize that.”


“And what?”

“And WHAT did you do to stop the insanity that is leading to the same outcome?”

“Nothing, just like everyone else.”


“Is there anything you would like to say to the American Public?”

“Yes.  I TOLD YOU SO.”


Raving Beauty…


“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.  I told you, I don’t know anyone named Harry Potter.”

“What about Hedwig?”

“What’s a Hedwig?”

“Hedwig is an owl.”

“Oh, so naturally I should know him, or her, right?  That’s like me telling you that I know someone in Australia, or America, and expecting you know that person, as well.”

“I just thought….”

“I don’t know any owl named Hedwig.  I do know an owl named Marcy but she’s never mentioned anyone named Hedwig.”

“Thanks.  Just thought I’d ask.  How about Hogwarts?”

“Are you making fun of a sick hog?”

“Listen, it was nice taking with you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Raving Beauty, what’s yours?”



“I’ll say goodbye now.”

“Good idea.”




“Why are you so tall?”

“Why are you so short?”


“We’re tall because we love the sun and like to be as close to it as possible, that’s why we live where we do.”

“Wow, I never thought of that.”

“Really?  Why did you think we were tall?”

“I don’t know.  Genetics?”

“Well, sure, genetics plays a part but there’s also the sun thing.”

“I’m not sure why humans are short.  I think you’re the tallest ones around.”

“Maybe we just like the sun more than you do.   The leaves higher up in the trees sometimes be the most delicious.”

“We like the sun and we eat lettuce.”

“We LOVE lettuce.”

“I know, that’s why I brought a crate of it.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re peaceful animals.”

“You’re not.”

“No, we’re not.”


“It’s our nature, I guess.”

“It’s you nature to kill everything?”

“Seems like it.”

“That’s too bad.”

“I know.”

“Why don’t you stop doing that?”

“Humans love conflict, war, violence and death.”


“No idea.”

“Do you like it?”

“No. I don’t.”

“But you’re human.”

“Yes, but I don’t belong to any institutions, or groups, who hate everyone and want to be right.   I’m also not in charge. I don’t have enough power to stop those who start wars.  I don’t have enough money, or resources, to change anything.  I can’t stop everyday violence either.”

“Are those excuses?”

“Yes, but they are true excuses.”

“So you’re just going to destroy the planet and everything on it?”

“Yes.  I think that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“If  humans weren’t here this would be a nice place to live.”

“I know.”

“It’s getting late.  Thanks again for the lettuce.”

“See ya.”

“I hope not.”





“People believe that you are good luck.  There are statues in your image and you’re written about in many books.  You are part of Feng Shui and people incorporate you into their lives.”


“Yes, really.”

“Why would I want to bring good luck to humans?”

“That’s just what people believe.”

“That’s really funny, since everyone is trying to get rid of you. Don’t tell any other beings about this  luck thing, it will just make them question our loyalty.

“Okay, but I thought everyone knew about it.”

“How could they know about it.  It’s not real, you make up.”


“Look, I’m a fish.  But if humans believe something is lucky, that’s a very bad thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“If they believe we can bring them luck they start to breed us, control us, grow us, sell us and they sell us to people who don’t know how to care for us.  We become a product, a commodity, a thing, an asset, a status symbol,  because we are believed to bring luck.”

“I see you’re point.”

“No one wants to be noticed by you guys.  Being noticed means captivity, interbreeding, suffering and death.  I’m a fish.  That’s it.”


“Think about it.  How could I POSSIBLY bring anyone luck.  I’M A FISH.  Get it?  A FISH.   I’m not a lucky fish, if I was a LUCKY fish humans wouldn’t know I existed.  So, that’s proof that I’m not lucky at all.”

“I see your point.”

“Why isn’t a gold fish lucky?  Oh, yeah, because you kill them by the millions.  Lucky for you, not lucky for the fish.  See what I mean? Nothing humans want is ever lucky because you are a terrible species.”

“I’m really sorry about that.”

“Sure you are.”

“No, seriously.  I am.”

“Your species plays with all the other beings on earth.  You cross breed, interbreed, you trap, cage and modify natural beings.  You make up lies about what you do and tell people luck will come your way if you only have one of whatever it is you’re trying to sell.  Look what you’ve done to dogs.  You never once think about what you’re doing to any of US.  We are NEVER LUCKY when we’re around you.  If you’re around we’re usually sick and dying.”

“Would you like some bread?”


“Yes.  I brought a loaf of whole wheat, in case you were hungry.”

“Look, you know that Koi are Carp, right?”

“No.  I didn’t know that.”

“Well we are.  We are bottom feeders.  We love algae.”

“I didn’t know that either.”

“Do me a favor.”


“Tell people there’s nothing lucky about us.  They people we are carp, bottom feeders, and tell them to leave us alone.”

“I will.  Thanks for talking with me.  I’ll take the bread with me.”

“Good idea.”




“Uh, hi.”


“You have big, sharp, teeth.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“How do you feel about life in general?”

“It’s good.  I swim, sun myself and sometimes I eat humans who are stupid enough to come near, or into the water.  They taste like chicken, by the way (snickers).”


“The rest of the animals think so.  Even the chicken laugh.”

“But you eat all of them as well.”

“It’s my nature.   But not many animals eat humans, whereas humans kill and eat almost everyone else, that’s why I’m kind of popular among the others.”

“You’re big.”

“Bigger than you (another snicker).  I’m fast too, in case you’re interested.”

“How do you feel about humans.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think of them?”


“Yes, really.”

“If I could I would bite, or eat, all of you so that the rest of us could live in peace.”

“I see.”

“The thing is, it’s hard for me to travel, so I kind of just stay here and wait for you to come to me.”

“That’s a problem.”

“A big one.”

“Must be frustrating.”

“You have no idea.  You guys have taken over the world and we just have a small place to live.  Pretty soon you’ll have paved the entire planet and that will be that.”

“I hope you’re wrong.”

“What are you doing to stop it from happening?”


“Come closer.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I thought we were friends.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Now my feelings are hurt.  Come closer and I’ll feel better.”

“Thanks for the interview.”

“Is that what this was?”


“You asked all the wrong questions.”

“I did?”

“You did.  Just stand there and I’ll come to you.”

“I don’t think so.”


“The way I taste?”

“That too.”

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”





Picture from Pixabay


“Where are you going?”

“To a meeting.”

“I didn’t know ostriches had meetings?”

“You don’t know a lot of things.”

“What’s the meeting about?”

“It’s private.”

“It is?”

“Yes, it is?”

“There are so many of you.”


“I’m just saying that I’ve never seen so many ostriches in one place.”

“When was the last time you SAW any ostriches?”

“It’s just strange that’s all.”

“Would you like to see us one at a time, or in pairs?”

“No, of course not.  I just mean…”

“That you don’t know anything about us.”

“You’re right.  I don’t.”

“Humans gather in large groups all the time.”

“I know, I didn’t mean to be offensive.”

“Humans are always offensive.”

“I know that as well.”

“You actually eat us and want to ride on our backs.  Let me say that first part again…you actually EAT us.”

“Do you put your head in the ground?”

“Did you hear the part about eating us?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to think about it.”

“We don’t want to think about it either but we kind of HAVE to think about it, so we don’t let our guard down and get killed and EATEN.  We don’t want people riding us either.  As a matter of fact, we don’t want to be around about humans at all.”

“I don’t blame you.”



“You come into our environments, into our homes, as if you own them, as if you have a right to take our trees, land, water and lives.  As if you HAVE THE RIGHT to do ANYTHING you like WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES. You seem to believe that because you have guns and other weapons, that our lives belong to you.  They don’t.  We have a right to live without interference, without threat, without being food, or entertainment, for your species.  We don’t capture you and make you dance for us.  We don’t keep you in cages and stare at you.  We don’t make you do ANYTHING because it’s wrong to enslave other species and use them for your own purposes.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with us.”

“No one does.  It’s all about choices and the choices YOU make kill and destroy all of us.  None of our choices do that.”

“I know.”

“We just want to live and be happy and you can’t seem to allow any of us to do that.  You poison our food and water, you build on our land.  Where do you think we can go?  What are we supposed to eat?  The shells on our eggs are thin and fragile because of your pesticides.  We are all dying because of you and once we are all gone you will only have yourselves to kill. We wish we would be around to see that because then we would have a chance to come back and actually live normal lives without you.”

“I hope you have a good meeting.”

“Don’t tell anyone where we live or they will come for us.”

“I promise I won’t.”

“I think we’ll move instead.  It’s impossible to believe you.”










Picture from: Pixabay


“You’re very white.”

“I am.”

“People love llamas.”

“Some of them.  I have a few friends who do weddings.  Everyone gathers around them and they have their pictures taken.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“For the humans.”

“Don’t your friends have fun?”

“They don’t have a choice.  Things aren’t fun when you don’t have a choice.  The people who own them make a lot of money but my friends just get food and shelter, they don’t get paid, other than that.”

“Doesn’t seem fair.”

“That’s because it isn’t.  Nothing is ever fair for animals.  Humans just use them and make profits off of them and the animals have no choices.”

“You’re a free llama, right.”

“Yes.  I stay that way by avoiding humans.  Humans want to own everything, so I stay far away from them.”

“I understand.”

“That’s why I’m talking to you now.  One of the goats told me you were okay.”

“Thank you.”

“I still don’t trust you.”

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.  I’m happy because I’m free.”

“I think freedom is a prerequisite for happiness.”

“It is.  No one should own anyone else and use them for their own purposes, without their consent.”


“Then why do you do it?”

“Because we can.  Because we don’t care about anyone but ourselves.”

“You have no heart.”

“You’re right.  We don’t.”

“You don’t understand love and how love is making sure everyone is happy and free.”

“We don’t.”

“That’s what makes you dangerous to us and to yourselves.  You don’t have hearts and you don’t understand, or know love.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, do something about it.”


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“You are a lovely swan.”

“What’s a swan?”

“You’re a swan.”

“I am?”


“How do you know that?”

“You fit the description and definition of a swan that’s written in the dictionary.  Besides everyone knows you’re a swan.”

“I don’t know that I’m a swan.”

“You don’t?”

“No.  I think you made it up, just like you make everything else up.  Swan doesn’t mean anything to me.”

“What are you then?”

“What do you mean, what am I?  Can’t you see me?”

“Of course I can see you but if you’re not a swan, what ARE you.”

“I’m what you see.”

“But what are you called?”


“What’s your name, species, type, you know, what are you?”

“I’m me.”

“So, you’re not a swan, you’re just you.”

“Exactly.  I’m not a swan, I’m just me.”

“People think you are beautiful.”


“Long neck, graceful, just beautiful.”

“Isn’t everything beautiful?”

“Apparently some things are more beautiful than others.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you beautiful?”


“Why not?”

“Look at me.”

“Then what?”

“Then you can see that I’m not beautiful.”


“Because I don’t look like Ryan Gosling.”

“What’s a Ryan Gosling?”

“Never mind.”

“Why is a Gosling more beautiful than you are?”

“He’s better looking and in better shape.”

“What does beautiful mean?”

“I think it’s whatever the media tells us it is.”

“Why do you believe them?”

“I don’t know.”

“How is the Ryan better looking?”

“He’s put together differently than I am and that makes him pretty.”


“Wow, what?”

“Seems silly.”

“It is, actually.”

“I’m not a swan.  I don’t know what a swan is and I wouldn’t want to be one anyway.  I just  want to be me, you know?  I’m me and that’s enough.  I don’t need a label.”

“We are having a conversation and I don’t know what to call you.”

“Why do you have to call me something?”

“Habit.  Conditioning.”

“I don’t have that habit and I’m not conditioned.”

“I can see that.”

“Do you see that thing over there?”

“The deer?”

“Is that a deer?”

“Yes, it is.”


“Truthfully, it’s hard to talk about things if we can’t label or name them.”

“Maybe you’d have less trouble and less fighting if you stopped labeling and naming things. Maybe it would be harder for you to kill everything if it didn’t have a name.”

“I think you’re right.  Hard to hate things you can’t name.  Hard to even think about things if you can’t label or name them.”

“That’s right.”

“You’re pretty smart.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?

“Because I live in harmony with everything, except you, and I’m at peace.”

“You are smart.”

“You aren’t.  You’re too busy labeling things and rating them.”

“You’re still beautiful.”

“I don’t care what you think about me.  Your opinion of me isn’t necessary to my joy.”

“That makes you even more beautiful.”

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“I know.”

“Can you fix yourself?”

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, I’m going swimming now.”

“Have a nice day.”

“I always have a nice day, don’t you?”

“No.  I don’t always have a nice day.”

“Maybe you should play in the water more often.  You can’t possibly have a bad day if you splash around and swim.”

“Your life is simple and sweet.”

“That’s what life is supposed to be like.”

“We have complicated it, made it difficult and filled with negative things.”

“You should do something about that.”

“I agree.”

“Don’t tell anyone where I live or they will trap or kill me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“I have one more question.”


“If someone writes a new definition of swan and states that swans are ugly, will I be ugly?”

“Of course not.”

“So, the words are ugly, not the subject.  Because no matter what you call me, no matter how you define me, I will still look exactly like this.  Therefore, the words and definitions are actually meaningless, arbitrary and subjective.  They are cruel, controlling and lies.  None of the words, or descriptions, would change me in the least.  Nothing you write or say about me will change how I look, or who I am.”

“That’s true.”

“Words are prejudicial and can be used as weapons.  They convince you that things are something they are not.”


“You should think about the things words make you believe.”

“I’ll try but it won’t be easy.  Conditioning, remember.”

“You need to wake up.”

“Yes.  I need to wake up and get rid of the things I don’t actually believe but think I do.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.  I’ll need it.”

“Keep in mind that something is only more beautiful than something else if you compare the two things.  When you do that you can’t see what either thing actually looks like, so you miss seeing both thing entirely because you’re too busy rating them against each other.”

“I’m tired.”

“I can see that.  You better go away now.”

“it was nice meeting you.”


“Yes.  Really.”

“Maybe you’re beautiful but just don’t know it.”


“Perhaps you should stop comparing yourself to Goslings and just see who YOU are.”

“Maybe I should.”










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“We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“How did you meet?”

“On the street.  We were kittens.”

“You’re both beautiful.”

“All cats are beautiful.”

“Yes, they are.  What does friendship mean to you?”

“It means always being there for each other.  Sharing food, safe places and having each other’s back.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“It is.”

“I can’t believe how gorgeous you are.”

“Humans are like that.  They rate everything on some invisible scale.  Some things are beautiful and some are not.  If you’re not beautiful, you don’t matter or count.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“How else can you think about it?  Your standard of beauty constantly changes and people are supposed to redesign themselves to fit into the narrow confines of your arbitrary guidelines.  Dogs come into fashion and go out.  People grow old and are left behind.  You’re fickle, cruel and idiots.  All cats are beautiful and so is everything else, you’re the only one who can’t see that.  If you get tired of someone, or something, you get something new because you have no idea what love or commitment is about.  You are shallow and superficial.  Cat’s and other species aren’t like you.”

“I’ve never heard anyone say anything nice about humans.”

“What could they possibly say?  You’re a deadly, unstable, violent species and you have no insight, morals, or sense of right and wrong.  There’s nothing good about you.”

“I wish I could argue with that.”

“What could you possibly say?”

“Well, I could site individuals who have done good things.”

“As a whole you suck.  Besides, the individuals who do good things are usually cleaning up  the messes the bad people have made.  You don’t get points for cleaning up the oceans when you’re the one’s who destroyed them in the first place.”

“You’re right.”

“We know.  Everyone knows.  Well, everyone but you.”

“I hope you have a wonderful life.”

“We will, if we can avoid your species.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“And there in lies the rub.”




Interview…sheep…Emma and Tommy…


“Of course we’re upset.”


“Look at this from our perspective.  It’s OUR wool.  Our coats belong to US.  But we don’t have anything to say about what happens to us.  Some guy throws us on the ground and shaves off our wool, leaving us naked and cold.  We don’t know what they do with our coats but they just take what they want and move on to the next sheep.  It’s wrong.  No one should be able to do that to anyone, not ever.”

“I see what you mean.”

“What if I threw you dow and ripped off your clothes and shaved your head and body?  How would you like that?  Naked and nothing you could do about it.  Then it just starts over and happens again and again.  It’s mean and cruel.”

“It is.  ‘m sorry.

“Supposedly they use our wool to make clothes for YOU to wear.  Clothes that keep YOU warm, while we freeze.  How does that make sense?”

“You’re right.  It’s is mean and cruel.”

“And…you KILL and EAT us and our children.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“How about saying that you will do what you can to stop the things that are done to us?”

“I would say that but I don’t know what I can do.”

“Find out.  You have a brain, eyes and the internet.  Surely, you can find out how to stop the torture and theft.  YOU EAT US FOR DINNER!  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?”

“I don’t know and believe me, all of you ask that same question.”

“We love our lambs.  They are our children.  Would you murder your children and eat them?  Would you like it if WE did that to YOUR children?”

“Uh, no.  Not really.”

“Then why do you think it’s okay to do it to us?  Don’t you guys have a rule about doing unto others?”

“Yes, but no one follows it.”

“Why not?”

“Because look at the things we do.  If the things we did to everyone else came back to us…well….”

“Oh, we get it.  You would never want to be treated as you treat others because it’s just too terrible.”


“How can you stand yourselves?”

“Training.  Brainwashing, conditioning and temporary blindness.”

“Will you help us escape?”


“You will?”

“Yes.  I’ll back my truck up to the gate and take you to a field of your choice.”

“What if you get into trouble.”

“Don’t worry about me.   Just get ready to leave.”

And so two sheep and four lambs were rescued that day.  They were brought to a huge field where sheep roamed freely and were not owned by humans.   It is a place where sheep owned their own wool and cared for their lambs.  It was a peaceful place.  It was a place they were finally able to call home.

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