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Nascent Drama

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With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Missmanners was already snoring.
 
Word had gone round during the day that Kerb Crawler, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals.
 
Kerb Crawler (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Neil) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.
 
At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised platform, KC was already ensconced on his bed of straw, under a lantern which hung from a beam. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut.
 
Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their different fashions. First came the three dogs, Marquis De Sade, A Slut and Harry Balzac, and then the pigs, who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. The hens perched themselves on the window-sills, the pigeons fluttered up to the rafters, the sheep and cows lay down behind the pigs and began to chew the cud.
 
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