My Friends

 

Squealer

Snowball

Pitcher

Napoleon

Mollie

Old Major

This is the human~ Mr Jones

Clover

Boxer

Bluebell

Benjamin

Diary Entry 2: Boxer

In just three months, so many things happened…

Firstly, Old Major has left us for three months … Actually he didn’t look like he was dead; he looked like he was just soundly asleep. I think he was buried at the foot of the orchard. Old Major used to roll in mud slush right next to my stable. He should have been buried there!

Anyway, I can’t believe that Farmer Jones is really gone L  On Midsummer’s Eve, Farmer Jones had gotten himself dead drunk again so obviously he didn’t feed us… so we no choice but to raid the bins. Imagine our horror when Farmer Jones and four men stormed into the barn with whips in their hands! I think they must have gone mad- lashing us out in all directions!! We must have gotten quite mad ourselves too. The cows and the pigs flung themselves upon the men!!! It was so funny to see Farmer Jones running away with his lackeys. We dumped the reins, knives and ribbons into the well! Can you believe it!!!!! That night, we had a wonderful supper. Napoleon served out double rations of corn for everyone and 2 biscuits for each dog. YUMMYYYY! J

     The next morning we had very important things to do! SEE WHAT WE DID!!! J

And then, Napoleon explained that the pigs had succeeded in reducing the principles of ANIMALISM to SEVEN COMMANDMENTS.

( isn’t Snowball handwriting so beautiful????)

Diary Entry 1: Boxer

Phew! What a long night it has been...

Old Major called us together tonight to share with us a strange dream he had the previous night. What was it about? Are there more carts to pull tomorrow? I can't wait! :) It turned out that Old Major's dream was nothing about pulling carts :( Old Major said," Our lives are miserable, laborious and short." But why? I love pulling carts :)

Old Major told us that," The produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings." Hmmm... Although Farmer Jones drinks the cows' milk, he gives them grass to eat every day. But yes! Old Major is right. Those eggs are precious children of the chickens. And the poor pigs... I heard that they end up on toast!

Man is the only real enemy we have. I asked Clover what she thought about this. She told me not to worry and trust in the wisdom of Old Major. REBELLION! ( Wait... What is a rebellion?)

Later, Old Major taught us that :

1. Whatever goes upon two legs, is an enemy.
2. Whatever goes upon four legs or have wings, is a friend.
3. We must not come to resemble him.
4. Do not adopt his vices.
5. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tabacco, or touch money, or engage in trade.
6. No animal must tyrannise over its own kind.
7. No animal must ever kill any other animal.
8. All animals are equal.

What I liked best of all tonight is the new song I learnt - " Beast Of England." Lalala... The spoilsport Mr Jones then came in and made us all go to sleep.

Oh I'm so tired... Zzzzzzz