We had never fought so much over a petty improvement idea ever. The windmill was the source of our fallout. I don’t understand why Napoleon was being so rude and ignorant. We had worked well together before. What had changed? Had I changed? This windmill would help the animals have heated stalls, a luxury only dreamt of. Oh and hot and cold water whenever we wanted, it would be better than the Sugarcandy Mountain Moses had spoken of. I have been drawing out all of my plans on the floor of an old shed and I am proud to say they are almost complete. I had been reading books from the farmhouse guiding me through my visions. Everyone usually came by to watch me work on my windmill ideas. Yesterday, I never thought Comrade Napoleon would go this far, but to urinate over someones precious hard work. Now I found this in the most disrespectful manner a cowardly act. If he was so afraid of my ideas, then he should have brainstormed his own, jealousy is a terrible trait in someone who calls themself a leader. I am aware that the farm is divided on the on the idea of the windmill, because no doubt there will have to be great amounts of laborious hours and work ahead. I have firm belief that this is only going to help the farm and not in any way will it work them to death. Optimism is a wonderful thing if only you can instill it upon animals who have been painted over with pessimism.