I walked in with Clover at my side. The shed was already startin to get crowded. I slowly and carefully stepped inside on the hay, you never know what small animals might be in there. The chicks started chirpin, they had lost their mother a couple weeks ago. Clover felt the need to protect them, after all, she had had four foals sold to other farms. She carefully and slowly built up a mud wall around the chicks, so they could rest in peace without having to worry about gettin trampled by any of the other animals. Slowly they fell asleep unaware of the animal noises in the background.
"How are you feeling?" Clover asked.
"I'm fine." I said a little too quickly. I think Clover got the message to drop it. I knew why she was askin. In the past couple of days Mr. Jones would come home late at night and demand I do some work on the farm. He would yell at me if I protested or did something wrong. Sometimes he would get so mad he would not feed me anything for dinner. After Old Major's long speech, we sang the Beasts of England. Normally I would keep quiet, but I decided to sing. I got so caught up in the end that I barely noticed the gun shot fired by Mr. Jones. Clover and I trotted back for the stables and fell asleep without sayin a word.
"How are you feeling?" Clover asked.
"I'm fine." I said a little too quickly. I think Clover got the message to drop it. I knew why she was askin. In the past couple of days Mr. Jones would come home late at night and demand I do some work on the farm. He would yell at me if I protested or did something wrong. Sometimes he would get so mad he would not feed me anything for dinner. After Old Major's long speech, we sang the Beasts of England. Normally I would keep quiet, but I decided to sing. I got so caught up in the end that I barely noticed the gun shot fired by Mr. Jones. Clover and I trotted back for the stables and fell asleep without sayin a word.