One day Yabby was roaming close to the farmhouse, instead, he could see the farmer speaking with another man - Yabby recognised this other man from one of the nearby farms.

The strange man asked Yabby's master what he should do with his farm and his animals.
Drought was killing many, and many weren't able to live off the land. The farmer was shipping in large quantities of grain, but soon he would be broke, and his family would lose their home.

Yabby's master sighed, and drew out his pipe. He told the man that he needed to do what was best for his family - even if that was building an abbatoir. He told him that ultimately, any real farmer worth his skin knew that the animals were their livelihood, and that trying to keep them all alive was a luxury that only ignorant people in the cities liked to hold on to, all the while buying the cheapest meat they could find, regardless of where it came from.

The abbatoir was complete just 6 months later. Yabby and several other spring lambs were the first to be led into the killing place. He was in a holding pen when a gate opened. Seeing his chance to leave the pen he raced down the narrow runway. The gate closed ominously behind him. Yabby sensed the presence of a human leaning over behind him and the lights went out....

As the bolt from the humane killer pierced Yabby's small brain his life was extinguished. His skin was removed, his body cut up into various pieces by the skilled workers. All that remained of Yabby at the end was numerous shrink wrapped pieces of lamb ready for the table. His other body parts were made into various things like fertiliser and pet meat, nothing was wasted.

As Yabby's master sat down to the first lamb roast produced by the new abbatoir he paused to reflect....mmm this is going to taste good.

The farmer may have banished his wife to the city from whence she came, but it was all too late. She had only pretended to make nice with the poor old farmer. Her true identity? A secret squirrel working under cover for IDIOTS (Institute of Deranged Inciters Of Truth Squashing) She is known in those circles as the pale one …..
What vengeance was she planning against this poor farmer and his neighbours? And what of Yabby and his faithful friends? What will become of them if IDIOTS and city slickers are not forced to see the error of their ways??

Sheesh, if you girls could only now apply that kind of imagination
to your sex lives, it might be fun to know you :)

Yabby awoke from his dream of going to the abattoirs and rushed to his mothers side. When he told her what he had dreamed she said that as he was getting a little older he could join the Free range Farmers Support meeting at the end of the month.
She explained to her son in the normal, soft wise voice that Milly and Jessey the cow and Harriet the cook along with the wise miss Piggy had been with farmer brown to several secret meetings and she felt yabby could now be considered old enough to go along.
Yabby was beside himself with excitment and could harley contain himself from telling the others.
Especially Peggy who he had a crush on. Peggy was a little older than Yabby but he made up for that being a wise little lamb. Miss Piggy came by that day and told yabby she had been invited to see something but didnt know if she should go or not.
Yabby being ever curious cried - Oh What Miss Piggy - Do tell me. Can I come too? Miss Piggy thought for a long while before she answered and looked around to make sure nobody else heard. Then she learned over and whispered in Yabbys ear- meet me here at midnight and thats all I know myself. Yabby wasnt sure how he could do that without telling his mum but not wanting to appear sooky he agreed.

Midnight came and there was Miss Piggy with a stranger. When Yabby went to speak the stranger said Silence! He said if you and Miss Piggy want to help the members of her family and many other farm animals you have a choice. Take the Red pill I have here and come with me. Take the blue pill and stay here.

Yabby wanted to ask his mother and farmer Brown advise first but Miss Piggy wanted to go so he took the red pill with Miss Piggy and that led them Here>
http://www.themeatrix.com/

Part1
Meanwhile at old McGrahams farm.…
The sun is warming the yard ,the last of the mornings fog is s-l-o-w-l-y drifting away . The animals are waking & moving towards the central feed lot.

Cockatoo:
[sitting on a fence post with a Goanna who is swishing his tail from right to left]
‘ Jsus mate! Look at all those interlopers. Used to my place once’

[ He chews at the wood post nonchalantly dropping chips onto the chickens below]

Rooster A :
[seeing a squad of ducks come ashore & more swimming towards the shore]
Look at all the ducks, where did they all come from?
Drake : We’re from the island in the lake –we are refugees –its that bantam rooster, he’s driving us crazy …
[They look across to a small island in a large lake-there a Bantam rooster-now the sole occupant - is proudly strutting about screeching his morning call
Bantam: In-Doo- Nee-Sha! In-Doo-Nee-Sha!
Rooster A – Drake this wont do, ducks & chickens are incompatible & look your ducks are already attacking the chickens & shoving them away from the food!
Drake – You bigot! you specieist! I’m not talking to you anymore.
Rooster B
[ wearing a helmet high on his comb]
– Now A you can’t Generalize –(–he thinks to himself- I’m the General here) not all ducks are the same & I saw some of the chickens pecking the ducks too.
Drake –We are just like you –we are all animals.

G-o-b-b-l-e! G-o-b-b-le !
[ an old red turkey warbles into the yard]
Gosh! What is that?–
That’s old cranky don’t pay him any heed – no one else does …

[ Meanwhile high in the rafters of the chicken shed two bush rats are spying on proceedings & conspiring}
Yin- I tell you we are going to take over this place –seize the means of production.
Yang –But what of the others.
Yin- We’ll ship them out to the battery enclosures- for re-education…