It's summer now and the farm animals are working and working. We were as happy as we could ever be. The food that we made was eaten by us and not some human. Since Mr. and Mrs. Jones were no longer taking our food away, we had more food to eat. We had some trouble though. Like when we harvested corn, we had to blow the chaff away with our breath. Thankfully, the pigs with their smartness, and me with my muscles were able to pull them off. I make sure to work hard every day. The cockerels and me have a deal where they make sure to wake me up half an hour before anyone else. Everything was going good on Animal Farm. Nobody stole or argued about their rations. Mollie was not exactly good at getting up in the morning. She would only show up at meal-times and in the evening after all the work was finished. Benjamin, the donkey who was the oldest the farm and who is one of my very good friends, didn't seem to change after the Rebellion. We used to spend our Sundays in the paddock grazing beyond the orchard but never speaking. Now, on Sundays this doesn't work. We also have a ceremony after breakfast. First, we raise the flag, which was an old green tablecloth. Snowball said that the green stands for the green fields of England. The hoof refers to the future when animals rule humans. After we raise the flag, we have an assembly called The Meeting. All the animals plan the work for this week and we also talk a lot about resolutions. Well, only Snowball and Napoleon really debate. They just never seem to agree on anything! The Meeting always ends by singing Beasts of England and in the afternoon we relax. I am so peaceful now these days. Like I said, everything was great on Animal Farm.