In the months and years that followed I was incredibly wary of the farmers. I kept my distance and just watched them. They were still hung up on their defeat at the farm and were unable to put it behind them. Finally, Mr. Jones came to the conclusion that the only way to move on from Animal Farm was to move away from Animal Farm. Mrs. Jones agreed almost instantly, for she had always been a very materialistic woman who wanted the best of everything. Anyone could tell that the shame of losing their farm and living in a dingy inn had taken its toll on her. The Jones decided to move further south in hopes to find work on plantations or even temporary jobs in factories to make ends meet. They were packed in a matter of just two days and ready to go. But it was with a heavy heart that I realized as they started up the car they had forgotten something. Not something, someone, they left me behind without even a second glance. The people who I had worked so hard for had simply abandoned me without batting a single one of their nasty human eyelashes. They didn’t need me anymore; it was as simple as that. Well I didn’t need them either; we would see how well they would fare without me keeping watch. I was now seeing what all the animals back home had months ago, the humans weren’t our friends. They had left me here! It was finally time to make the long journey back to where I was welcome, Animal Farm.