Docker Farm – A Tale for Review

[LiterallyNobody]

****en hell, stop squirming. You were kidding? Lel. Edited? Are you Malcolm Turnbull?

Whatever.
I love Benwah. Huge fan of his work. This is a quality thread which us two are stinking up now.

 

[Wristo_]

Whatever.
I love Benwah. Huge fan of his work. This is a quality thread which us two are stinking up now.

Nah you stinked it by by your actions. I'm just calling out your massive 180. Stick to Sh00p to applause gif. Good floundering.

 

[LiterallyNobody]

Nah you stinked it by by your actions. I'm just calling out your massive 180. Stick to Sh00p to applause gif. Good floundering.

Good work

 

[The Wrecker]

Further proof that Melbourne supporters do it better.

 

[Benwah83]

Chapter 12

On the third Sunday after Crowley's expulsion, the animals were somewhat surprised to hear Ballantyne announce that the giant trophy cabinet was to be built after all.

He did not give any reason for having changed his mind, but merely warned the animals that this extra task would mean very hard work, and it might even be necessary to reduce their goal kicking practice. The plans, however, had all been prepared, down to the last detail.

The building of the giant trophy cabinet, with various other improvements (including an ornate carving of Ballantyne’s bust to adorn the top of the cabinet), was expected to take two seasons.

That evening Mundy explained privately to the other animals that Ballantyne had never in reality been opposed to the giant trophy cabinet. On the contrary, it was he who had advocated it in the beginning, and the plan which Crowley had drawn on the whiteboards in Lyon’s office had actually been stolen from among Ballantyne's papers.

The giant trophy cabinet was, in fact, Ballantynes's own creation.

Why, then, asked somebody, had he spoken so strongly against it?

Here Mundy looked very sly. That, he said, was Comrade Ballantyne's cunning. He had seemed to oppose the giant trophy cabinet, simply as a manoeuvre to get rid of Crowley, who was a REDACTED and a bad influence.

Now that Crowley was out of the way, the plan could go forward without his interference. This, said Mundy, was something called strategy. He repeated a number of times, 'strategy , comrades, strategy!' skipping around and whisking his tail with a merry laugh.

The animals were not certain what the word 'strategy' meant, but Mundy spoke so persuasively, and the giant rookie pups that happened to be with him growled so threateningly, that they accepted his explanation without further questions.

 

[LiterallyNobody]

I'd say something positive but don't want to be accused of another 180 so this post is just to waste bandwidth.

Here's a valuable tip

 

[Subway_]

I'd say something positive but don't want to be accused of another 180 so this post is just to waste bandwidth.

Here's a valuable tip

Think you are offended
Must be the Footlong for you,

 

[Dopamine]

Look fellas, Ports need a senior assistant

 

[Benwah83]

Chapter 13

The animals worked like slaves playing football and building the giant trophy cabinet. But they were happy in their work; they grudged no effort or sacrifice, well aware that everything that they did was for the benefit of themselves and their playing careers.

Construction of the giant trophy cabinet was a slow, laborious process. Because of the scale of the cabinet (it could have fitted 10,000 premiership cups in it), it frequently took a whole day of exhausting effort to drag a single wooden panel to the top of the hill and up the scaffolding surrounding the cabinet.

Nothing could have been achieved without Sandi, whose strength seemed equal to that of all the rest of the animals put together. To see him toiling up the slope inch by inch, his breath coming fast, the tips of his hoofs clawing at the ground, and his great sides matted with sweat, filled everyone with admiration.

Dawson warned him sometimes to be careful not to overstrain himself, but Sandi would never listen to her. His two slogans, `I will work harder' and `Ballantyne is always right,' seemed to him a sufficient answer to all problems.

One Sunday morning, when the animals assembled to receive their orders, Ballantyne announced that he had decided upon a new policy. From now on Docker Farm would engage in practicing defensive football twice a week: not, of course, as its primary game plan, but simply in order to have a well-rounded game. Results had been going poorly for Docker Farm despite their best efforts, with a recent loss to the dilapidated Carlton Farm.

Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness. Hadn’t the outlawing of boring, defensive football been among the earliest resolutions passed at that first triumphant Meeting after Lyon was expelled? All the animals remembered passing such resolutions: or at least they thought that they remembered it.

Voices of protest rose, however Ballantyne raised his trotter for silence and announced that he had already made all the arrangements. Ballantyne ended his speech with his usual cry of `Long live Docker Farm!' and after the singing of Beasts of Freo the animals were dismissed.

Afterwards Mundy made a round of the farm and set the animals' minds at rest. He assured them that the resolution against boring, defensive football had never been passed, or even suggested. It was pure imagination, probably traceable in the beginning to lies circulated by Crowley.

Sandi passed it over as usual with `Ballantyne is always right!', but Dawson, who thought she remembered a definite ruling against boring, defensive football, went to the end of the barn and tried to puzzle out the Seven Commandments which were inscribed there. Finding herself unable to read more than individual letters, she fetched Barlow the goat.

‘Barlow,' she said, `read me the Fourth Commandment. Does it not say something about never playing boring, defensive football?'

With some difficulty Barlow spelt it out.

`It says, “No footballing animal shall play boring, defensive football… except when directed to" he announced finally.

Curiously enough, Dawson had not remembered that the Fourth Commandment mentioned anything about direction; but as it was there on the wall, it must have done so.

 

[Iskender Time]

Nah you stinked it by by your actions. I'm just calling out your massive 180. Stick to Sh00p to applause gif. Good floundering.

One Eyed Sainter loved the OP; therefore One Eyed Sainter has always loved the OP.

 

[Freofalcon]

Love your work Benwah83 .

Just can't bring myself to give it a like.

 

[JoseMourinho]

Love your work Benwah83 .

Just can't bring myself to give it a like.

Low energy Fremantle supporter.

 

[Freofalcon]

Low energy Fremantle supporter.

Bongover from last night.

 

[RelaxMax]

Love your work Benwah83 .

Just can't bring myself to give it a like.

I have liked every entry

I have no shame

 

[Ray Finkle7]

I have liked every entry

I have no shame

In my experience, there's no such thing as a bad entry

 

[Kickin_Goals]

In my experience, there's no such thing as a bad entry

RAPIST!

 

[Benwah83]

Chapter 14

By the spring the animals were tired but happy. They had had a hard time of it, and they hadn’t actually won any games, but the giant trophy cabinet compensated for everything.

It was almost half built now. The animals toiled harder than ever, thinking it well worthwhile to plod to and fro all day with panels of wood if by doing so they could raise another shelving layer. Sandi would even come out at nights and work for an hour or two on his own.

A period of bad weather struck the farm, with raging winds not anything like the usual Freo Doctor.
Building had to stop.

Hurricane Owen.

Finally there came a night when the gale was so violent that the farm buildings rocked on their foundations and several tiles were blown off the roof of the barn.

In the morning the animals came out of their stalls. A cry of despair broke from every animal's throat. A terrible sight had met their eyes.

The giant trophy cabinet was in ruins.

With one accord they dashed down to the spot. Ballantyne, who seldom moved out of a walk, raced ahead of them all. Yes, there it lay, the fruit of all their struggles, leveled to its foundations, the wooden panels they had prepared lay splintered and scattered all around. Unable at first to speak, they stood gazing mournfully at the litter of fallen wood.

Ballantyne paced to and fro in silence, occasionally sniffing at the ground. His eyes darted left and right and his tail had grown rigid and twitched sharply from side to side, a sign in him of intense mental activity.

Suddenly he halted as though his mind were made up.

`Comrades,' he said quietly, `do you know who is responsible for this? Do you know the enemy who has come in the night and overthrown our giant trophy cabinet? CROWLEY!' he suddenly roared in a voice of thunder. `Crowley has done this thing! And you know who helped him? LYON! In sheer malignity, thinking to set back our plans and avenge themselves for their ignominious expulsions. They have crept here under cover of night and destroyed our work of nearly a year. Comrades, here and now I pronounce the death sentence upon Crowley and Lyon!

Lyon did not surprise them, but the animals were shocked beyond measure to learn that Crowley could be guilty of such an action. Surely it was Hurricane Owen? There was a cry of indignation, and everyone began thinking out ways of catching Crowley if he should ever come back. Almost immediately the footprints of a pig were discovered in the grass at a little distance from the knoll, along with a little pile of needles.

`No more delays, comrades!' cried Ballantyne when the footprints had been examined. `There is work to be done. This very morning we begin rebuilding the giant trophy cabinet, and we will build every day and every night, rain or shine. We will teach these miserable bastards that they cannot undo our work so easily! Does that make sense? Remember, comrades, there must be no alteration in our plans: they shall be carried out to the day. Forward, comrades! Long live the giant trophy cabinet! Long live Docker Farm!'

 

[Freofalcon]

Chapter 14

By the spring the animals were tired but happy. They had had a hard time of it, and they hadn’t actually won any games, but the giant trophy cabinet compensated for everything.

It was almost half built now. The animals toiled harder than ever, thinking it well worthwhile to plod to and fro all day with panels of wood if by doing so they could raise another shelving layer. Sandi would even come out at nights and work for an hour or two on his own.

A period of bad weather struck the farm, with raging winds not anything like the usual Freo Doctor.
Building had to stop.

Hurricane Owen.

Finally there came a night when the gale was so violent that the farm buildings rocked on their foundations and several tiles were blown off the roof of the barn.

In the morning the animals came out of their stalls. A cry of despair broke from every animal's throat. A terrible sight had met their eyes.

The giant trophy cabinet was in ruins.

With one accord they dashed down to the spot. Ballantyne, who seldom moved out of a walk, raced ahead of them all. Yes, there it lay, the fruit of all their struggles, leveled to its foundations, the wooden panels they had prepared lay splintered and scattered all around. Unable at first to speak, they stood gazing mournfully at the litter of fallen wood.

Ballantyne paced to and fro in silence, occasionally sniffing at the ground. His eyes darted left and right and his tail had grown rigid and twitched sharply from side to side, a sign in him of intense mental activity.

Suddenly he halted as though his mind were made up.

`Comrades,' he said quietly, `do you know who is responsible for this? Do you know the enemy who has come in the night and overthrown our giant trophy cabinet? CROWLEY!' he suddenly roared in a voice of thunder. `Crowley has done this thing! And you know who helped him? LYON! In sheer malignity, thinking to set back our plans and avenge themselves for their ignominious expulsions. They have crept here under cover of night and destroyed our work of nearly a year. Comrades, here and now I pronounce the death sentence upon Crowley and Lyon!

Lyon did not surprise them, but the animals were shocked beyond measure to learn that Crowley could be guilty of such an action. Surely it was Hurricane Owen? There was a cry of indignation, and everyone began thinking out ways of catching Crowley if he should ever come back. Almost immediately the footprints of a pig were discovered in the grass at a little distance from the knoll, along with a little pile of needles.

`No more delays, comrades!' cried Ballantyne when the footprints had been examined. `There is work to be done. This very morning we begin rebuilding the giant trophy cabinet, and we will build every day and every night, rain or shine. We will teach these miserable bastards that they cannot undo our work so easily! Does that make sense? Remember, comrades, there must be no alteration in our plans: they shall be carried out to the day. Forward, comrades! Long live the giant trophy cabinet! Long live Docker Farm!'

Nice work.

No like though.

 

[Benwah83]

Nice work.

No like though.

All good mate. As long as it's leading you to some sort of cathartic release I'm happy to forego your likes

 

[Freofalcon]

All good mate. As long as it's leading you to some sort of cathartic release I'm happy to forego your likes

My dope dealer is seeing a lot more of me.

I may even get a Christmas card.

 

[LiterallyNobody]

Each entry I think you've peaked and you just keep proving me wrong.

Then you bring out this absolute gem:

Chapter 14

Hurricane Owen.

Good luck topping that one!

 

[Praetorian]

This thread is amazing

 

[JoseMourinho]

I think we're due for a RAVENous takeover.

 

[Geelong Dynasty]

Will this be a movie one day? Srsly TLDR

 

[Glorious couch life]

^^^^^^^^