The brittle of the winds swept through even the thickness of my blackened feathers as I made the daily rounds of the farm lands watching out for slackening animals. They were miserably laboring along, continuing the day’s tedious work. The animals worked for days on end with small rations, but I noticed that the pigs and the horses had it the worst. Just watching them, my body ached and my feathers stood on end. Over on the far end of the fields, I spotted Boxer the horse. He was one of the most hard working and dedicated animals on the farm. No matter the condition of the weather or the harvest he worked through it. The pigs were also an essential part of the farm community. They use their wit and knowledge to get through life and encourage the other animals. After I was finished with my rounds around the entirety of the farm, I reported back to Mrs. Jones for a treat. As I flew back to the farmhouse, I saw out of the corner of my eye that the car was missing from the front driveway. I realized nobody was home. That’s when I decided to fly back to the barn and rest for a little bit. I found a nook in a secluded corner of the barn and shut my eyes.