Once upon a time, a little bull was born, in a far away country, speaking a different language, belonging to a herd which was persecuted by another. This little bull, let’s call him B, was one of many by his poor mother belonging to a poor peasant family in a war torn country. So little B was sold on to a passing tourist who then returned to his country of origin: United Kingdom.
All of a sudden Little B found himself in a foreign country and unable to understand a word of the local lingo. What did he have to do to fast track into this brand new world, one of many animals in the rich and fertile farmland of the South of England?
The Animal Farm he found himself in had a strict and discriminative system. As a young, semi-illiterate ‘immigrant’ bull, he quickly learnt survival skills and a will to succeed. His first strategy, courting and marrying a local English cow E. E was a bit on the ugly side and older than little B, but no matter. He was able to learn English from her, and when she was pregnant with his sons, he got his English citizenship by paternal association, the recognised status in the land of animals. Little B was no longer Little or an outsider, he became simply B, for Bull or Beast; labels did not bother him, nor did rules.
When E was heavy with their babies, B spotted a newcomer in the Farm. It was impossible not to notice her, a fair skinned oriental beauty standing out like an ice cool Princess among the dirty, rough crowds of the wild animals, and better still a Chiru, a Tibetan Antelope no less, A for short. So B thought: I will seduce A and make her my Queen. I will build a new world where everyone will bow to me and follow my orders, and I will transform this little, unruly land of beasts into a flashy Animal Kingdom. I will be King Almighty B.
The pursuit of Princess A took a bit of efforts and scheming, as competition was rife in the Land of the Free, and opportunities open for all. After all, this was a land which bred Charles Darwin who proclaimed that only the Fittest survive.
B was not deterred. His ambition and drive for success alone would have persuaded anyone in doubt. Soon he saw off competition from other Antelopes, bears and zebras, the whole lot. B had what it took, and his bedside manners especially convincing. So in no time at all, Princess A put down her defences and took B’s proposal, with one condition: get rid of your English cow and abandon your new born babies. When the time is right, I will give you an heir, an heir who will come from a much better stock than your stupid ugly first wife!
Initially it took B by surprise and dismay, but he thought it over and took another quick look at his wife which made his decision. B and A shook on the deal, and Queen A was installed in their first home, not quite a palace, but still a cool English country mansion, served by a number of willing and obedient animals they have recruited to their household. Among them, a couple of roosters R and his wife, to produce eggs for them; a female Monkey M for cleaning the house and cooking; a flock of sheep for grazing the land; an elderly Yorkshire terrier R; another European Husky J, and a number of other minions running around the clock after King B and Queen A, at their beck and call. His Majesty even ordered a Chihuahua G all the way from South America to entertain Her Majesty. The lapdog was soothing to the eye and soft to the touch, but not much use otherwise. It kept Her Majesty occupied and in control though.
Life was good, but far far from enough. The sky is the limit, so why not reach for the stars?
They relocated to a bigger mansion by the sea, overlooking the English channel. this new farm had all the trappings of success, better location, good quality grassland, more posh surroundings and top quality animal schools for the little one. By then, Queen A had become pregnant with a `Mini Me’ and she wanted the best for her precious offspring, a mixed breed real life Prince.
For a few years, they enjoyed their time building and expanding their stock, so much so that theirs became the biggest Animal Kingdom by the sea. In time it became limiting and the King and Queen became restless. He wanted to branch out, to spread his wings.
By then they had started an importing and exporting business with overseas partners, especially the Asian Giant. So B and A took turns to travel to the land of AG and reap the rich financial rewards. People in AG land looked up to people from the Land of Hope and Glory, and AG wanted to recreate the success stories of B’s Animal Kingdom in the West, because AG has many more mouths to feed, and they needed B and A’s expertise to help them getting there. That royal treatment by this ancient land and readiness of animals in that massive kingdom to hand over cash and expensive gifts won B and A over in no time at all.
There was an added bonus for B. Although he adored his Queen, A was too cool and did her bossing around a little too often. AG Kingdom became both an attraction and distraction. The attraction was multiplied when B met a younger version of A, and this time a hairy but rather cute Panda C, a national treasure in AG land, who threw herself at B, the moment she spotted the opportunity which B brought with him.
B’s life took a more exciting turn, as he travelled frequently for the hot dates with his new mistress Panda C. She was half his age, but she knew exactly how to string him along. She was not being awarded the title of National Treasure for no good reason. Female pandas from that part of the world were well known for their diligence and shrewdness to succeed, at whatever cost. B was C’s ticket out of a small well, to show her charm and muscles in front of an international audience. After all, there was a reason why the governing AG present pandas to their friendly allies from afar. They were cuddly and cute, and they liked to have fun and entertain people, as long as these spectators pay for this pleasure.
Oh yes, they will pay and pay a lot, to watch C strip and perform. B was no exception. He was earning big, shining English bucks, and these English bucks convert to even bigger pile of AG currency. Big piles of money could do an awful lot in AG land, from Chanel handbags to skin cares of La Mer. C needed them to remain soft and cuddly, and to guarantee her hugely successful career. People pay big bucks for first rate performers, and C was more than that. Her ever-increasing bank account was firm proof of her entrepreneurship and creativity. Her youth was her currency.
Not long after their liaison which got C giddy with pleasure, her fortune rose further when she met a frog, whom she decided to kiss and make him her prince. You see, in her little heart wrapped in all that fur coat of black and white, she firmly believed in her right to have everything, a bank manager who regularly puts cash in her various accounts, and a frog-turned-prince who takes her ski-ing in Alps every winter, when the sheer size of the AG smog became too much to combat. Panda C is unrelenting in showcasing her success and status.
Panda C had a love hate relationship with Queen A. They are essentially owning the same King, one in the open, and another in private. They both had his ears, his hands and his bullhood.
As for the King of this Animal Kingdom, B looked increasingly worn out and used up. Serving two competitive, powerful female animals took its toll. The Panda’s pursuit for monetary satisfaction and status was endless and ever more outrageous, while his Queen, with his sagging balls firmly in her iron clutch, will push him for bigger land, more spacious palaces, and grander transport to go faster and fly higher.
The sky is the limit, but where does the sky end?