Finally it took a moralising monologue from Lord Emsworth to drag Empress back onto her breezy path from her road to revolutionary reconfiguration of the pen.
Oh how he liked the look of unbridled joy on her face as she revelled in the attention showered on her by Snowball and Napoleon. Their hefty human master and his bumbling, babbling bunch of assistants vanquished from their farm and power finally in the hands of the animals led by snowball and napoleon, the grass was finally green as ever; And the apples, red and juicy like never before. The new era was here.
Alas, the wily humans found a trap door. As one of them said, "Well odysseus, you found a way to make the lambs invite the wolves for dinner". And dine, did the humans. The apples shrank, the grass turned dry, the animals found their portions halved. Poor heathens, ran, they did, to Empress. "Help!", the cried. "We want more!", they chorused. "Men!", they seethed. And nay a moment of rest did Empress savour. Nigh impossible did she find it to stroll by the lake, let her hair loose in the breeze and converse with her consort. "Ouch! There's a nail in my shoe! The clouds are turning grey! What am I gonna do? And the Sun's going down too!"
In the pouring rain and the slippery mud, she traipsed back to the pen, desolate, lonely and desperate for that long lost melancholy. And there, in the pouring rain and slippery mud, amidst the clueless and the carelss, did Lord Emsworth find Empress. In need of nigh more than a look of love, nigh more than a semblance of care. And down he swooped on his companion of long. For, with Empress he dined and with Empress, he kept his woes in bind. And to Empress, he would show the merry land.
Hence, he set upon his street of salvation to drag Empress by the scruff of it's neck barely recognizable from it's face and trunk to it's long forgotten breezy, carefree path. And, munching on the generous bits of mulberry Lord Elmsworth spoilt her with, happily she lived ever after. Animal welfare.
