Winter was all too bitter I tell you. I’ve been so busy lately with preparations for my new ideas and such. Animals have been working their tails off in this harshest of conditions. All except Mollie, that annoying horse. I could not stand that she was so oblivious to the hardships of everyone around her. Clover even told me she saw Mollie being stroked and fed sugar from of of Pilkington’s men. When approached she had the nerve to deny this. Ha! At this Clover went to Mollie’s stall to find ribbons and sugar under her hay. Mollie disappeared three days later. I didn’t give it a thought. My fellow pigs and I have been meeting more frequently to talk about ways to improve the farm. However there has been serious tension between Napoleon and I. It seems to me that he does not want to listen to any other idea besides his own. The selfish boar. We had not agreed upon anything in the longest while. We both had our strengths and weaknesses when it came to speaking and getting the animals to see our point of views. I have been thinking of so many inventions that could help to better our farm in ways my comrades think unimaginable. Field drains, silage, and many other schemes were in progress in my mind. If only they would be fully on board with my ideas. Napoleon kept telling them this could never work, but I was sure it would. Is it just me, or are the people around me changing, especially Napoleon?