The light slowly expands.
The sky is a huge sheet, which sees the two lovers entwined:
the night with its desire not to leave the place the day mate, who flaunts the safety of the forthcoming starring role.
But vainglory, friend day, will soon turn the luxurious darkness ...
The sun is still far away, but the rhythmic swell and deflate the lungs of an animal farm remind us that for many already have begun a new day.
This respiratory effort resulting in the glottis of the zealous biped, producing a song enforced but with a bully, maybe all in all a bit awkward.
Pause.
Alfred Gallo (the name of our queso), looks around with doing so fleeting, but also the satisfaction of having the whole scene for himself and his Chichiri.
takes two steps in a vain pursuit to vocalize just another show, but did not have time to rest the leg booster that distant sound of a metal mechanism, accompanied by a dry fuuuuuu "ahead of thousandths excruciating pain to his "shoulder" left (I should say "hanging wing", but makes little prose).
Alfred take the painful area with the inside of the right wing, tighten the palpabre and bowing his head in the reflection of throat tightens as if to hold back the torment of the immense thick.
Now the cold invades.
Rarely Campaign Agro Nocerino-sarnese is hereby granted to mist as in this fateful morning, you lose it in the eye of the bird (seee, once), not desperately searching for help (who knows the His time has come), but at least the mercy of the last to be visible, which unlike its continue the ironic and cruel game of life.
Footsteps approaching, you stop just before a figure standing out from the condensate to the environment, and even before we can see twinkle dell'arnese again that which produces dry metallic click, and again this deadly "fuuu", now more acute given the proximity.
Alfred slumps to the ground, his neck gushing copious blood that looks black with a little light in those moments, a curse is still in his thoughts: he can not reach his mouth, now it's late and the grimace and his eyes give this latest expression of eternity. Amen.
"Enjoy your last well, fucking, dawn ... You have stopped all wake up at five in the morning, ugly dickhead ...".
Ripon silenced semi-automatic weapon in the holster under his armpit, then the plane takes off black leather gloves lined, slowly puts them away in your pocket as it moves away from the scene of the crime.
No one will ever numbered among the ranks of the possible murder of Alfred, and it is with this spirit that will start the day Skippy the rabbit dwarf balzellante between fields with the eternal grin dell'insospettabile ...
This is a moment ago that you have read the opening scene of the new Coen Brothers film "Animal Farm in 1984," subtitled "how to horrify the descendants of Orwell."
Alec Baldwin in the brief role of Alfred Gallo, Steve Buscemi is the mentally unstable and Skippy double agent, John Turturro in the role of butter, the Sardinian donkey with a strong identity crisis.
Thanks for the time allotted for weekly therapy.
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