I asked one of the younger pigs to hoist me up. I was a little chubby, because the farm had grown and there was a good amount of food left. Years had passed since the time of the rebellion, I don't even remember what happened. The young pigs that were Napoleon's had grown up now and had children of their own. The farm was big and better. We had more animals, and the pigs were still in charge. Most of the animals that had come from somewhere else or had been born here were quite stupid. The horses, other than Clover were too stupid. They couldn't learn the letter "c" and beyond! We had to fill paper with writing and then burn them, we ate giant meals and consumed alcohol, and spent hours learning the human ways. Life was good! Every animal knew that they lived in a amazing farm! The whole farm was was happy and proud that they were the only farm in all of England to be owned by animals! I was very happy being one of the leaders! I was respected and honored almost as much a Napoleon. There were many pigs now, we all ruled the farm. The humans knew better than to fight us, they knew to make friends with us. We n=made many dealings with the humans. We had things built for us, things given to us, and thing sold to us. We, the pigs, were happy.