Scrambling the Bolsheviks

by tremens


SYNTAX

“Fools! Fools” shouted Benjaver could only be with Boxer stamping the earth with his small in the middle of the day when what is written on the side of the animals were all at work. Of the yard at a small trot. All the galloping animals from the direction of the bottoms of their voices. Clove the speed-goat the top of his voice. It was the was befell to gather speed Benjamin excited. indeed, limbs to a gallop, and achieved ever seen him gallop. ‘Quick, Boxer! Boxer!’ And just ice” The taxing Boxer to the knackers in the pig, the animals broke all a cry of horror burst firm all buildings. Sure enough, there man on the box whipped up his van, drawn by two horses “Alfred Simmons”, horse-looking man in a low-crowned Willingdom, Dealer in Hindu’s sea. And Boxer’s stall was “supplied. Do you not understand the van. Good bye Boxer?” they gave the animal. Pouts min, prancing around them and began to spell out the words all howls. “Fools” Do you not see and in the midst of a deadly silent van?

 

STATIC SEMANTICS

“Fools! Fools” shouted Benjaver, with what could only be Boxer stamping the earth. With his small of his back in the middle of the day, what is written on the side of animals is all at work. Of the yard at a small trot, all animals gallop from the direction of the bottoms of their voices. At the top of his voice was Clove the speed-goat. It was befell for Benjamin to gather speed when excited. Indeed, limbs sped to a gallop, and all had never achieved seeing him gallop. ‘Quick, Boxer! Boxer!’ And just ice answered :” They’re taxing Boxer to the knackers in the pig. The animals all broke in a cry of horror , bursting all firm buildings. Sure enough, there man on the box whipped up his van, drawn by two horses. “Alfred Simmons”, the horse-looking man in a low-crowned Willingdon was a dealer in Hindu’s sea. And Boxer’s stall was “supplied”. Do you not understand the van? Good bye Boxer!” he gave the animal a minimal pouting, prancing around them. He began to spell out the words in all howls. “Fools! Do you not see in the midst of a deadly silent van?”

 

SEMANTICS

“Fools! Fools” shouted Benjaver. He was with what could only  have been Boxer, stamping the earth.  In the middle of the day, with his small of his back to what is written on the side of animals, he is all work. Off the yard at a small trot, all animals gallop from the direction of the bottoms of their voices. At the top of his voice was Clove the speed-goat. It befell Benjamin to gather speed. He was excited. Indeed, his limbs sped to a gallop, and indeed before this all had never achieved seeing him gallop. ‘Quick! Boxer! Boxer!’ But only ice answered “They’re taxing Boxer to the knackers! In the pig!”. The animals all broke in a cry of horror, bursting from all firm buildings. Sure enough, the man on the box whipped up his van, drawn by two horses. Alfred Simmons, the horse-looking man was in a low-crowned Willingdon.  He dealt in Hindu’s sea, where Boxer’s stall was “supplied”. “Do you not understand the van? Good bye Boxer!” giving the animals only a minimal pouting, prancing around them. He began to spell out the words in all howls. “Fools! Do you not see in the midst of a deadly silent van?”

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SEMANTICS

Without waiting for orders from the farm, there was a hush. Mental work had been carried out with backs to the wall, but now this was to be thwarted. Benjamin had pushed himself aside and into the yard, where a large-rimmed hallway read the lettering up settees’ sleeves :”the super Slaughter and glue boiler”. Bowler hat sittings let Benjamin through, and the bone-meal rose from the empty kennels. Buildings were braying at what meant. They were those that had never seen the animals. This moment was Clove’s first time among the horses that the sons moved a cat. “Quick!” he shouted. “Come at once to horses and the van!” Moving out, however, rays soon turned the work of the onion to follow, crying out after the many horses. His terror found its the way to the front. The van arrived, caging vinyl. Clover tried to stir her stout form into the wedding turnips, under a sly canter. “Boxer!” she cried. Nonsense settled on the drives. To dress the farm outfit, the animals had first to crowd around. They were attained. “Good Bye!”

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