The pig cavalryman is mad. The chicken soldier is mad. Even the cow horse (?) is mad. All the animals are mad! They're up in arms! But look beyond and beneath the anger. What do you see?
Unity. Something has gathered them together, unified them, and joined them in a single purpose.
What has the power to tame the forces of distrust, the mutual suspicions and hatreds that set North and South against each other? What can bridge the gap between Agent and Object—that is, between the rider and the ridden?
Only one thing we've discovered can forge order from chaos, line up competing drives and desires like iron filings in thrall to a magnetic field: the prospect—the hope—of being cooked and eaten. It transforms animals. It gives them all something to fight for.