I winced as my hoof reached the muddy ground. These days my hoof was hurting a lot! I could barely walk sometimes., of course i didnt let the other animals see that. If they knew that i was hurt, there hope of building the windmill might be gone! I couldnt let that happen! With that thought, i struggled forward. Clover would always tell me i was working too hard and i should relax because of my hoof. Clover would give me medicines made of herbs, but my hoof wasnt getting much better because of the way i was working. I knew that once the windmill was rebuilt i would go into retirement, this was my final act to the farm.
Everyone knew that life now was better than when Mr. Jones was here, much better! We had more food! Especially since Napoleon had some kids. Thirty-one little piglets! They wouldnt come out to play with the other young animals, which was weird, But Napoleon is always right!
One day when i was working in the quarry, Squealer announced that the barley was saved for the pigs. A cry of protest broke out among the sheep but was quickly changed into four legs good, two legs bad.
The farm changed into a republic, Napoleon was president. Every weekend me and Clover would march behind the pigs witha banner on our backs saying "Long live Napoleon! I was quite honored for this!
Everyone knew that life now was better than when Mr. Jones was here, much better! We had more food! Especially since Napoleon had some kids. Thirty-one little piglets! They wouldnt come out to play with the other young animals, which was weird, But Napoleon is always right!
One day when i was working in the quarry, Squealer announced that the barley was saved for the pigs. A cry of protest broke out among the sheep but was quickly changed into four legs good, two legs bad.
The farm changed into a republic, Napoleon was president. Every weekend me and Clover would march behind the pigs witha banner on our backs saying "Long live Napoleon! I was quite honored for this!