A long time has passed since then and many new animals had arrived and many animals had died. Only a few remained that remembered the times when Mr. Jones had still owned the farm. Even Boxer was forgotten by all except for a select few. Napoleon had matured into a large boar and his trusty companion Squealer had grown so fat that he could barely see out of his eyes. The farm was more organized now, it had expanded and even the windmill had finally been finished. The farm had become richer, but it was only the pigs and the dogs that prospered. The others still got little to nothing and did even more work than before. Everything was different. The Seven Commandments had been erased, and in their place read “ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL, BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS”. The farm’s name had also been changed back to Manor Farm. One night, many of us slowly went to peer into the house to see what the ruckus was, and were met with an unsettling sight. Napoleon sat with the humans and ate and laughed with them. He seemed so comfortable. I realized then that not only had Napoleon taken complete control over the farm and the animals, he had become the same as our first owner, Mr. Jones. Maybe it was finally time for me to leave this farm behind and got to the one place I had been longing to go for so long now, Sugarcandy Mountain.