I watched from the outside. Poor Boxer was being worked to the brink of death and all that with his crippled hoof. Boxer truly is a great horse. I commend his determination. Boxer is always saying I will work to death, his last wish was to finish the windmill. I thought about Boxer as I sat along the old fence. The winter has gotten worse these past few months. Napoleon has tricked the animals into thinking that everything is splendid, but it's not. From what I could tell was that there were more sows and the population increased from when I was there. Last night when I snuck onto the farm I overheard the pigs talking about a new rule, if any animal is walking on a path and comes across a pig, they must stand aside. The pigs and other animals are being segregated, the young are punished for playing with any other animal except pigs. I can tell they are running out of money. They finished a school house, however the windmill is not done. Napoleon is messing with priorities. They have increased the egg count to 600 eggs to be sold per week, they hens are barely making enough eggs to keep their population up. Many things have been sold, hay and a large amount of their potato crop. If I would have stayed there I could have prevented this! I have very harsh feelings towards Napoleon at the moment. I smell something know coming from the farm, I am off to investigate, for if I am going to be the one to save this farm I must be aware of all its happenings.