The attack came yesterday. Too much blood and too many lives lost. I was only there to witness the last half. I saw enough for me to have nightmares. It was ridiculous. Oh and the windmill! The beautiful windmill, blown to pieces with only the base barely in shape. I heard the animals cry and I too even cried a little. Every single animal had a battle scar. They were a terrible reminder of this tragic day. Then a gunshot was fired. I can’t believe that Squealer actually fired a gun in honor of the day. He said it was for our victory! What victory may I ask, because all this was, was a blood bath. Mollie and I had been talking for a long while about what to and we had drawn a blank. The animals all thought they were living a perfectly wondrous life, with only one person to "thank". Napoleon. I have been thinking about this for a very long while and I am thoroughly exhausted. The fesitvites have been going on for the past two days for nothing. Napoleon bestowed upon himself another award. On top of all this, the pigs found whiskey. They were said to be sick, but I knew he was drunk. The animals were crying in fear for their “beloved master”. There is no more I can do. Everything is falling apart. I heard the murmurs of confused animals one night, the crashing of a pail, snapping of wood, barking of dogs, and it was then I saw that Squealer was changing the commandments. My fellow comrades were being fooled time after time, behaving the same way, behaving like robots.
perserverance and Determination
The pigeons have been spreading so many messages it is confusing. Some times it is death to one farmer, and then death to another. As of now it is death to Frederick. I was able to sneak into Animal Farm last night and put weed seeds among their barley seeds. Well, I actually had a fellow comrade help me. I needed the animals to question how Napoleon could have let this happen. Oh but the poor fellow felt so guilty he confessed and committed suicide. My guilt level is rising. My title of “Animal Hero” is only but a legend. Autumn has arrived fairly quickly and at last the windmill was finished! The machinery was yet to be installed but it was still a great accomplishment. Unsurprisingly Napoleon named it “Napoleon Mill”. It is quite a shock that I have been living alone in this woods. I feel so independent, yet dependent of Mollie. I know it was quite a shock for me too. She actually brings me food from her farm, just some apples or milk. It's enough to get me by though. Napoleon has played the animals by selling the wood to Frederick and bestowing his hatred upon Pilkington. Squealer of course portrayed this action as cleverness. Later during the week when Whymper came running back toward the farm, it was found the bills were fake! I can not help but laugh at this sight of such a chaotic farm. I realize now I am getting old, and do not know what more to do, but perseverance and determination is always rewarded.