I came to the conclusion that the animals needed to get some life back into them. They needed someone for once to be a friend to them, instead of order them around. I took this responsibility onto myself. I flew around the field and would stop occasionally on a tree stump to remind the animals of Sugarcandy Mountain. I told them that once they had finally made it there, they would be able to lounge in their homes and eat to their hearts content. They had no reason to work, for there was none to be done. In fact, I had once seen a little glimpse of what lay beyond the clouds on one of my higher flights! There were fields of clover that went on forever and even lumps of sugar that grew on the bushes. The animals (well most of them) believed my tales of Sugarcandy Mountain; after all of their hard work they clung to the idea of this incredible place with all they had in them. Shouldn’t they be rewarded for all the intense labor they had been put through? Of course they should! The pigs were taking all the credit for the work the others had done and it wasn’t right. The pigs would not have been able to make any of this possible without the animals that were so loyal to them. They were tyrants, simply put, and the animals on the farm were their oblivious victims.