I watched as the animals worked as hard as they could rebuilding the windmill that Snowball had destroyed. I didn’t get it, why would he do this? Sure, he didn’t like napoleon, but it was also affecting us. The humans thought that it wasn’t Snowball’s fault that the windmill got destroyed, but because the walls were too thin, so we made the walls 3 feet thick instead of 18 inches thick like last time even though we knew that Snowball actually did it. In January, the amount of food we had decreased dramatically and we had extra rations of potato to substitute for the shortage of corn. We had to keep this information away from the humans, so napoleon ordered the sheep to casually say that their food rations had increased. We clearly needed to get food, but Napoleon never really went out in public, and even on Sundays he wouldn’t come to the meetings, he would just tell me any messages that he wanted to send to the animals and I would basically speak in his place. Sure enough he had me speak to the hens and tell them to surrender their eggs so that we could sell them to buy enough grain to last us until the summer. The hens however, claimed that it was murder and instead of surendering their eggs, they layed them on the rafters which fell to the ground smashing to pieces. Napoleon seeing what they were doing, stopped their rations adn ordered that if anyone gave even a grain of corn to the hens, they would be punished by death. Nine hens died in this protest and they were buried near the orchard said to have died of coccidiosis.