04.28.08

Cores 1+4:

  1. Write-on:
  2. Talk about Core Wikis
  3. Collect Predictions.
  4. Finish Chapter 6 of Animal Farm:
    • What does the Windmill represent to the animals?
    • How is Snowball used as a scapegoat for the windmill?
  5. Extensions:
    • Finish rough draft of your Utopia for Friday.

Core 2:

  1. Write-on:
  2. Rev-it-up Intro to Lesson 4
  3. Take a look at the two battle scenes for scene creation, dialog, and stage direction
    • Battle One:

      Early in October, when the corn was cut and stacked and some of it
      was already threshed, a flight of pigeons came whirling through the air
      and alighted in the yard of Animal Farm in the wildest excitement.
      Jones and all his men, with half a dozen others from Foxwood and
      Pinchfield, had entered the five-barred gate and were coming up the
      cart-track that led to the farm. They were all carrying sticks, except
      Jones, who was marching ahead with a gun in his hands. Obviously they
      were going to attempt the recapture of the farm.

      This had long
      been expected, and all preparations had been made. Snowball, who had
      studied an old book of Julius Caesar’s campaigns which he had found in
      the farmhouse, was in charge of the defensive operations. He gave his
      orders quickly, and in a couple of minutes every animal was at his
      post.

      As the human beings approached the farm buildings,
      Snowball launched his first attack. All the pigeons, to the number of
      thirty-five, flew to and fro over the men’s heads and muted upon them
      from mid-air; and while the men were dealing with this, the geese, who
      had been hiding behind the hedge, rushed out and pecked viciously at
      the calves of their legs. However, this was only a light skirmishing
      manoeuvre, intended to create a little disorder, and the men easily
      drove the geese off with their sticks. Snowball now launched his second
      line of attack. Muriel, Benjamin, and all the sheep, with Snowball at
      the head of them, rushed forward and prodded and butted the men from
      every side, while Benjamin turned around and lashed at them with his
      small hoofs. But once again the men, with their sticks and their
      hobnailed boots, were too strong for them; and suddenly, at a squeal
      from Snowball, which was the signal for retreat, all the animals turned
      and fled through the gateway into the yard.

      The men gave a
      shout of triumph. They saw, as they imagined, their enemies in flight,
      and they rushed after them in disorder. This was just what Snowball had
      intended. As soon as they were well inside the yard, the three horses,
      the three cows, and the rest of the pigs, who had been lying in ambush
      in the cowshed, suddenly emerged in their rear, cutting them off.
      Snowball now gave the signal for the charge. He himself dashed straight
      for Jones. Jones saw him coming, raised his gun and fired. The pellets
      scored bloody streaks along Snowball’s back, and a sheep dropped dead.
      Without halting for an instant, Snowball flung his fifteen stone
      against Jones’s legs. Jones was hurled into a pile of dung and his gun
      flew out of his hands. But the most terrifying spectacle of all was
      Boxer, rearing up on his hind legs and striking out with his great
      iron-shod hoofs like a stallion. His very first blow took a stable-lad
      from Foxwood on the skull and stretched him lifeless in the mud. At the
      sight, several men dropped their sticks and tried to run. Panic
      overtook them, and the next moment all the animals together were
      chasing them round and round the yard. They were gored, kicked, bitten,
      trampled on. There was not an animal on the farm that did not take
      vengeance on them after his own fashion. Even the cat suddenly leapt
      off a roof onto a cowman’s shoulders and sank her claws in his neck, at
      which he yelled horribly. At a moment when the opening was clear, the
      men were glad enough to rush out of the yard and make a bolt for the
      main road. And so within five minutes of their invasion they were in
      ignominious retreat by the same way as they had come, with a flock of
      geese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all the way.

    • Battle Two:

      The very next morning the attack
      came. The animals were at breakfast when the look-outs came racing in
      with the news that Frederick and his followers had already come through
      the five-barred gate. Boldly enough the animals sallied forth to meet
      them, but this time they did not have the easy victory that they had
      had in the Battle of the Cowshed. There were fifteen men, with half a
      dozen guns between them, and they opened fire as soon as they got
      within fifty yards. The animals could not face the terrible explosions
      and the stinging pellets, and in spite of the efforts of Napoleon and
      Boxer to rally them, they were soon driven back. A number of them were
      already wounded. They took refuge in the farm buildings and peeped
      cautiously out from chinks and knot-holes. The whole of the big
      pasture, including the windmill, was in the hands of the enemy. For the
      moment even Napoleon seemed at a loss. He paced up and down without a
      word, his tail rigid and twitching. Wistful glances were sent in the
      direction of Foxwood. If Pilkington and his men would help them, the
      day might yet be won. But at this moment the four pigeons, who had been
      sent out on the day before, returned, one of them bearing a scrap of
      paper from Pilkington. On it was pencilled the words: “Serves you
      right.”

      Meanwhile Frederick and his men had halted about the
      windmill. The animals watched them, and a murmur of dismay went round.
      Two of the men had produced a crowbar and a sledge hammer. They were
      going to knock the windmill down.

      “Impossible!” cried
      Napoleon. “We have built the walls far too thick for that. They could
      not knock it down in a week. Courage, comrades!”

      But Benjamin
      was watching the movements of the men intently. The two with the hammer
      and the crowbar were drilling a hole near the base of the windmill.
      Slowly, and with an air almost of amusement, Benjamin nodded his long
      muzzle.

      “I thought so,” he said. “Do you not see what they are
      doing? In another moment they are going to pack blasting powder into
      that hole.”

      Terrified, the animals waited. It was impossible
      now to venture out of the shelter of the buildings. After a few minutes
      the men were seen to be running in all directions. Then there was a
      deafening roar. The pigeons swirled into the air, and all the animals,
      except Napoleon, flung themselves flat on their bellies and hid their
      faces. When they got up again, a huge cloud of black smoke was hanging
      where the windmill had been. Slowly the breeze drifted it away. The
      windmill had ceased to exist!

      At this sight the animals’
      courage returned to them. The fear and despair they had felt a moment
      earlier were drowned in their rage against this vile, contemptible act.
      A mighty cry for vengeance went up, and without waiting for further
      orders they charged forth in a body and made straight for the enemy.
      This time they did not heed the cruel pellets that swept over them like
      hail. It was a savage, bitter battle. The men fir
      ed

      again and again,
      and, when the animals got to close quarters, lashed out with their
      sticks and their heavy boots. A cow, three sheep, and two geese were
      killed, and nearly everyone was wounded. Even Napoleon, who was
      directing operations from the rear, had the tip of his tail chipped by
      a pellet. But the men did not go unscathed either. Three of them had
      their heads broken by blows from Boxer’s hoofs; another was gored in
      the belly by a cow’s horn; another had his trousers nearly torn off by
      Jessie and Bluebell. And when the nine dogs of Napoleon’s own
      bodyguard, whom he had instructed to make a detour under cover of the
      hedge, suddenly appeared on the men’s flank, baying ferociously, panic
      overtook them. They saw that they were in danger of being surrounded.
      Frederick shouted to his men to get out while the going was good, and
      the next moment the cowardly enemy was running for dear life. The
      animals chased them right down to the bottom of the field, and got in
      some last kicks at them as they forced their way through the thorn
      hedge.

  4. Extensions:
    • Create a draft of your scene for Tomorrow.

Core 3:

  1. Write-on:
  2. Watch Born to Trouble.
    • Take notes for both sides of the censorship debate to prepare us for persuading others.
  3. Be finished with four sections and three multimedia elements by Friday.

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