I arrived back at the farm late in the depths of the night the day after Mr. and Mrs. Jones left me at the inn. Luckily it was still spring so the temperature had no effect on my flight. Although I was tired, I flew straight to where the pigs were now residing, the old house. I saw that the pigs had taken up the extra rooms and Napoleon was in Mr. Jones’ room. Odd, why were all the other animals in the barn whereas the pigs and dogs were here? I got to Napoleon's room and sat down to talk to him. He said that I was welcome to stay here on the farm and get my rations of food. He also supplied me with a gill of beer each day. I always had the utmost respect for Napoleon, for he had been a noble animal since his early years. Not only that, but he almost immediately said that I could stay after I told him of my rejection from the farmers. Of course, he knew I would come back eventually and had kindly left my perch in the room so I would have someplace to sleep. The other pigs were gracious in welcoming me back as well but had little time to spare in between all the work that needed to be done. I found that I collapsed in a heap of exhaustion when I was finally alone.