It has been quite a while since the incident I wrote about last. I had forgotten about Boxer, on special occasions I would think about him. I realized that now the farm is definitely starving. This would have never happened with me. As I walk around the farm, the animals are suffering in their sleep. They have grown weak and frail. Many of the original animals have died now. There is a new generation. I have decided to call it the starving generation. We would never starve with Jones, we were usually fed, not enough, but fed. I realize now that we were never starving, we were simply hungry. One day while I spied on the farm, I heard the sheep chanting something. "Four legs good, two legs better!" I looked closely at the barn only to find that the pigs walked out on their hind legs dressed in Jones' old clothing he had left behind. The pigs held a whip in one hand as they walked in-between the line of animals, frightening them to death. The pigs glared forward as if I was standing in front of them. One of the pigs walked over to the side of the barn and painted on the wall, "All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others". I was so horrified, when did we become humans?