The animals have been spreading “Vote Snowball and the three day week!”, and “Vote for Napoleon and a full manger!” I don’t know how to feel. I’m so tired. This dispute over the windmill has been driving me slowly to just give up, but that is not who I am. Not only is the windmill bothering me, but the safety of Animal Farm. In the back of everyone’s minds I know that they have been thinking about another attach that could possibly occur. Even I am worried that those mongrels will come back to try and take the farm again. I believe that we need to spark rebellion in animals everywhere. This way we can all come together and fight. Napoleon of course has a different idea. He thinks we need to defend our selves bearing arms! That is ludicrous. We do not need to be instilling violence into our fellow comrades. We meet at a debate to speak of everything. We argue for a while and I do not expect what comes next to happen. When I tell you this my great fellows, do not feel pity or sorry because I take this action with head held high and my heart still pure. Nine dogs chased after me running me across the farm. Where had the come from? They were the puppies that Napoleon had taken from their parents soon after they were born, only to train them to be like this. I ran through the hedge and trotted quickly into the underbrush of a tree where I sit now. Do even the best of us, with even the best intentions, have to suffer because of someone else’s wrong? Yes. Napoleon is a monster.