My Day With The June 23rd Committee

Today it was my turn to speak with the Committee and I had been practicing in my shack for the last couple of days as to what I was going to say.

My first thought to myself was that I needed to get over being so sad about everything and recognize that I was in a position to help make things right and that the anger I was feeling could be channeled better and oh boy did I ever give myself a good pep talk because I spoke to the Committee today like a turkey on a mission.

I was asked about my encounter with the fox on the night of the massacre but I asked the indulgence of the Committee if I could backtrack and try to frame the context of my encounter with what had been happening on the farmyard.

My beautiful friends, I wish you could have been there to hear me speak.

I brought it right back to the stump speech and, at first, there were maybe some murmurs of disapproval but then the animals in the audience started to see the dots I was connecting.

I told them how Barry's attitude had changed after the stump speech and how he had started spending all of his time with the chickens. I met Sally's eye in the crowd at this part of the story and that little chicken did not look away from me. I saw that she was in fact nodding along with me.

I told them how strange I found it that Rex had gone missing and that it had been blamed on a hawk when it is well known that cats also like to eat chickens and I just let that thought hang there without saying anything about Barry directly.

I then spoke about the Coalition of Animals and our work for animal rights and how some animals, mostly Barry and the chickens, seemed to want to vilify the work we were doing. I said how I felt like we had been targeted with changing our sign to look like a chicken and how I, personally, felt targeted as I had been the one to start the conversation right back at the stump speech.

The Committee let me speak but at this point Ginger did interrupt me and asked me to get to the night of the massacre and I had felt I had laid my groundwork well enough.

I reminded everyone of Klaus's testimony and how Barry had been seen opening the latch, not that any of the animals needed reminded but it added to my part of the story where I told them how the fox had come looking for me specifically and how it had known my name.

That got the reaction I wanted from the crowd for sure.

This was not just a massacre, I said at the end, but a targeted effort to silence me once and for all and hopefully destroy the work the COA has done thus far, an assassination attempt on Barry's biggest threat and foe under the guise of an attack on the farmyard as a whole.

I did not speak much about my bravery because that was not the tone that was needed and I thanked the man and the woman for their timing at the end of my speech.

The animals were quiet and the Committee excused me and thanked me for my testimony.

Sally disappeared again before I could catch up to her and I just wonder what she had gone to tell Barry about that.

Should I be scared? I am not. I am angry and Barry's campaign to take over the farmyard has gone far enough and, my friends, I think with today's testimony I have said what other's have been too afraid to say out loud.

Barry has to go.