The pompous idiot Napoleon had a poem written about him! Do these misguided animals ever stop to wonder "Why on earth are we hailing this pig when all he has done is make us suffer?!" He goes and negotiates with those dumb humans and he does not even do it properly. Here I am complaining about him again but I see no other way to get my frustration out. I have heard he is trying to sell a pile of wood to Frederick. At the same time, there were also rumors of an impending attack from the same farm! Goodness! This was not business! Napoleon needed to be rid of. I’d devised a plan to have him killed, but my pigeons who were sent to do the deed confessed! Oh their bless poor souls, because now they are dead. More blood on the hands of Napoleon. Of course, now Napoleon had taken extra measures to ensure his safety. Just to think, my plan could have worked! Napoleon is still failing at trying to create business with our neighboring farms and I have no interests in getting too involved, so long as the farm is not attacked. The animals went into a frenzy when the news of the upcoming attack reached their ears, until Squealer assured them Napoleon had some clever idea. More likely than not I was sure he was bluffing about a clever idea. I am simply at a loss for what to do at this point. Can the broken be mended if I have no adhesive?