I like the spring. It is April now and we elected Comrade Napoleon to be our President. We learned that Snowball had been on Jones's side during the Battle of Cowshed. The marks on the back of Snowball's back were made by Comrade Napoleon's teeth. Moses came back that summer. He would tell us tales of Sugarcandy Mountain. After my hoof healed, I worked harder than I had worked before. There was a lot of work to be done and I never gave up. I will work harder! The others said that I wasn't really gaining weight and they were worried. They shouldn't be, I thought. Clover and Benjamin once again told me to take it easy but yet again I told them I was fine. On one evening in the summer, I was dragging a load of stone down to the windmill and suddenly I was tripping over myself and had fallen on the ground. I couldn't get up! I yelled for Clover. I told her that it was my lung. I told her that the other animals should finish the windmill by themselves. Squealer came saying that Comrade Napoleon would send me to a hospital in Willingdon. I was worried but Squealer reassured me by saying they would take good care of me. For the past two days, I have been sitting in my stall waiting for the ambulance to take me. I have done a lot of thinking and I realize how much I have been looked upon, I have not counted, but I feel like there are many times where I see someone looking at me in wonder, I just hope I will recover well and come back in time to help rebuild the windmill. Goodbye for now comrades. I hope to see you soon.
-Boxer
-Boxer
Barley and beer
My hoof hurt very badly. But, I needed to start working on the windmill. Some of the other animals had already started. Clover and Benjamin watched out for me. I am grateful for them. Both of them told me not to work as hard but I told them not to worry about me. My goal was to see the windmill done before my retirement. My retiring age was 12. The winter was as cold as the year before. We still got more food now than we had when Jones was around. I heard that Comrade Napoleon planned on building a schools for the young. It was said that if a pig and another animal were to cross paths, the other animal would have to step out of the way for the pig. That year was successful but we were still short of money. The rations were short in December and February. I was lying down one late February afternoon. I smelled a warm, rich smell of cooking barley. I thought maybe that is what we will be having for supper. But, it was not served for supper. The next morning, Squealer announced that the barley was to be reserved for the pigs only. I heard news that every pig got a ration of a pint of beer everyday, with half a gallon for Comrade Napoleon. Nowadays, there were more speeches and songs. Once a week there was to be a Spontaneous Demonstration. It was to honor the struggles and triumphs of Animal Farm. Me and Clover were to carry the banner saying,"Long Live Comrade Napoleon!"