Animal Farm Monologue

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How many times can you honestly say that you have been challenged in life? That the thing you want the most is just in front of you and it’s so close? Well growing up on a farm has its ups and downs. From time to time I have to deal with the occasional critter. A skunk or a groundhog, nutin’ too major. We have a couple of cats outside so they mostly handle that stuff. I was living a relaxed life. Until the rat came ‘round. This rat. That’s all I can say ‘bout it. This bugger been causing trouble ever since the first week ‘a May. He’s been chewing through boxes, gettin’ in my fruity loops, eating grandma’s fiber bars, and gnawing through every garment he sees. With all the eatin’ it’s been doing, the worst of it all is the scat I find layin’ round in the cupboards. I’ve tried to nab him before, but with no luck. This is an indoors rat, so the cats aren’t of any help. He sets off spring traps like it’s going …show more content…

I sprung up off the sofa and sprinted towards my door. I bent down and ripped the duct tape off, opening the seal and screaming to myself on the inside. I’d finally caught that little S.O.B. Throwin’ open the door, I checked the traps, all just where I’d left ‘em, except for one of the little mouse guillotines. Except there was no rat. Still hazy from my nap, I thought I was dreamin’. How could this rat escape these traps too? Steam felt like it was blowin’ out my ears! Right b’fore the peak of my rage, I noticed a trail of blood leading towards my closet. I reached over and snatched up a bat sittin’ over by my bed and crept towards the closet. Reachin’ out my hand I felt the cold touch of the metal doorknob. My prize was right in front of me, after weeks of constant attempts. I yanked open the door hard as I could, and crawlin’ to the back of the closet was the rat, with it’s head half severed. I raised the blunt, wanting to put an end to the homestead terrorist, but hesitated. I couldn’t bring myself to it. I respected the rat too

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