Mrs. Jones met up with Mr. Jones and his four burly men when we finally made it to the nearest town. We checked into a small, cozy inn in the corner of town. The service was acceptable and the price was cheap. For now, I guess they were calling it home. The men talked over the sticky situation that they had gotten into, and had finally come to the conclusion that the animals wouldn’t last very long. Especially with the harvest coming soon. I personally, believed that the men were greatly underestimating the animals; I had seen their plans and listened to their talks about the future. It sounded like they knew what they were doing pretty well. Rumors began to circle throughout the city about the farmer whose land had been taken away from him, by his own animals. And now, the animals were running the farm, harvest included, all by themselves. To the humans, even the thought of this was preposterous! I had to admit, it was incredible. The pigs had thought of every aspect of the rebellion. People were saying that they wouldn’t last at all and then Mr. Jones could take his farm back. The curiosity was eating me alive. I sat idle all day by the windowsill, but all I really wanted to do was go back and see the how the animals were doing back at Manor Farm. What had they changed? Which of the animals were in charge, which had to work the hardest? And most importantly, were they thriving or crumbling to bits?