Turns out that we missed the last two words of the Sixth Commandment. It actually is "No animal shall kill any other animal without cause." It has been a year since the killings. Throughout the past year, we worked our hardest to rebuild the windmill. The walls were twice as thick. Trying to finish it by the end of the year. I felt like I was working more hours and receiving less food. It was brutal work. During the year, Napoleon didn't show up everywhere as much. However, he sure was having people look around at us while we worked. But, when he did, he had the dogs around him along with a black cockerel who gave a sort of fanfare right before Napoleon spoke. It was said that in the farmhouse Napoleon had a separate room from the others, ate his meals by himself, and ate from the Crown Derby dinner service. We learned from Squealer that the gun would be fired on Napoleon's birthday as well as the other two anniversaries. We never called Napoleon by his first name only. We now called him "our Leader" or "Comrade Napoleon." The pigs created some other names that I can't remember. When Squealer talked about Napoleon, I mean Comrade Napoleon, he would have tears rolling down his cheeks because of how amazing he thought Comrade Napoleon was. I don't really know if I think Napoleon is doing the right things anymore. I am very tired and old now, but not many others are complaining so I should not either. Normally when we accomplished something or we had a stroke of good luck, Comrade Napoleon took it upon himself saying that it was because of him. Minimus composed a poem called Comrade Napoleon. It goes,
Friends of fatherless!
Fountain of happiness!
Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh, how my soul is on
Fire when I gaze at thy
Calm and commanding eye,
Like the sun in the sky,
Comrade Napoleon!
Thou are the giver of
All that thy creatures love,
Full belly twice a day, clean stray to roll upon;
Every beast great or small
Sleeps at peace in his stall,
Thou watchest over all,
Comrade Napoleon!
Had I a sucking-pig,
Ere he had grown as big,
Even as a pint bottle or as a rolling-pin,
He should learn to be
"Comrade Napoleon!"
Friends of fatherless!
Fountain of happiness!
Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh, how my soul is on
Fire when I gaze at thy
Calm and commanding eye,
Like the sun in the sky,
Comrade Napoleon!
Thou are the giver of
All that thy creatures love,
Full belly twice a day, clean stray to roll upon;
Every beast great or small
Sleeps at peace in his stall,
Thou watchest over all,
Comrade Napoleon!
Had I a sucking-pig,
Ere he had grown as big,
Even as a pint bottle or as a rolling-pin,
He should learn to be
"Comrade Napoleon!"