I had trailed the men until they were just at the border of the farm and then I flew higher and higher into the sky. I could finally see my old home for the first time in months! It looked very much the same from afar, but I was itching to get a closer look as I settled on a branch. As soon as they entered, the farmers were overwhelmed with fleets of the animals. They had already been lined up and ready for an attack! They must have caught sight of the men approaching from the distance. Snowball must really have thought of every scenario, for he stood back and shouted commands to the animals after every move the poor farmers made. Despite this, it seemed that the farmers were faring well. The animals began to retreat at Snowball’s command, and the farmers let out a hoot of triumph. They foolishly followed after the animals, and that was when the real trouble began. The men were stampeded upon by some of the strongest animals that lived on the farm. They were slaughtered, and now it was their turn to flee. I quickly leaped off the branch I was watching the action on and flapped after the men. But, as I flew after them I wondered if I was cheering for the men who had always been reasonably good to me or the animals that were brave enough to defy them. To my surprise, I found that I had subconsciously been leaning towards the latter anyway.