A man found himself leaving the store with all the essential items he thought he’d ever need—at least for the night. He’d scraped together his last quarters, unrolled nickels into a little change from even littler cents, and still had enough left over to buy his growing boy a toy or two.

That’s when he noticed something was off.

Out in the clear blue, he froze—dropping his bag of essentials in awe as he looked up at something straight out of a George Orwell novel. His mind raced, but landed only on Animal Farm.

All the man could manage to mutter was:

*F#k.