CME REFLECTION: BOXER

 I feel that Boxer portrays the values Taking Pride in his work. When he was building the windmill with the other animals, he woke up extra early, pull the stuff to the windmill and build up what ever he could in the morning without any animals help. Taking Pride basically means taking full responsibility and do everything at your best which this character Boxer has portray.

Boxer also is resilient. Whenever anything befalls, he will quickly pick himself up and get along with life. He does not harp on matters but instead carry on with life as per normal. I feel that we should learn to be like Boxer.

Diary Entry 4: Boxer

Time passes really quickly and winter is approaching. We are all dead tired but happy. Although we don’t get more food, at least we are not getting less. And in many ways the animal method of doing things was more efficient and saved labour.

 

 J Building the windmill is much harder than we had imagined. All the animals worked hard, even the sheep and geese who are much weaker than the rest of us. I’m just glad that I have a lot of strength! And I can help the rest. J So I decided to ease their burden by waking up earlier than the rest, going alone to the quarry to drag down a load of broken stones to the site. Clover advised me to be careful not to overstrain myself. But she’s just being paranoid and naggy as usual. How can I?! My motto is “I will work harder”.

 

 

Anyway, Napoleon created some new policies that some of the animals got upset over. (Im fine! =^.^=)

 

Firstly, he announced that “From now onwards Animal Farm would engage in trade with the neighbouring farms”. The other animals claimed that the earlier resolutions included “Never have any dealings with human beings, never to engage in trade, never to make use of money.” (Still fine!J)

Then, the pigs moved into the farmhouse and took up their residence there. (Squealer is also right! – how can our leader sleep in the barn like us?)

Later, the pigs also took their meals in the kitchen, used the drawing room as a recreation room and slept in beds. (What’s wrong with it anyway? If Napoleon say so, it must be right!)

Lastly, the pigs would get up an hour later than the rest of the other animals. (Oh it’s only natural! They need more rest.)

No matter what happens, I will do my best to build the windmill.

Pictures

                                                               one of my pigeon friend!

Diary Entry 3: Boxer

Give me a B! Give me an O! Give me an XER! My word, what a day it has been! HAHA. I feel so proud of myself today! I’m sure Mama would have been very pleased with me too!

Today was THE day. We were expecting the old man back, but we didn’t think it was so soon. Farmer Jones and all his men came back today. The other men held sticks in their hands but Farmer Jones – he had a gun! *gasp*

But we were not afraid. We were prepared for the showdown! Snowball was in charge of defence operations (Ahem, I could have done it too!) and he had everything planned out already.

Attack One:

All 35 of my pigeon friends came flying down and bestowed upon them a shower of blessing! HEHE^^ the smell… YUCK! Then the geese charged in and pecked viciously on the calves on the humans. (I think it might have hurt a lot…)

Attack Two:

HAHA! And that was only the beginning. Muriel, Benjamin and sheep prodded and butted the men from every side. I almost giggled out loud! But… the animals were no match for the men with the sticks and the hobnailed boots. And at that moment, Snowball let out a squeal and all the animal retreated into the yard. The men shouted in triumph but little did they know what was in store for them!! * rub hoofs in glee*

Kekeke^^ the men were tricked! We launched our next line of attack when three cows, three horses and all the pigs emerged and cut them off. GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snowball dashed straight for Jones. BANG! Farmer Jones fired but phew, the pellets only grazed Snowball’s back! AHHHHHHHHHHH! A sheep dropped dead behind Snowball.

Snowball got up and flung himself onto Farmer Jones, who was hurled into a pile of dung and his gun flew out of his hand. And then I took over the show! J I reared up on my hind legs and struck one of the men down. YIPEE!!! J The other men must have been scared out of their skin! They dropped their sticks and tried to flee. But we gave chase and gored, kicked and bit the men. * Rawrawraw!*

 After 5 minutes, all the men surrendered and ran off! YAY!

But was the boy dead?! OH NO… * sniff sniff* But later when we came back from looking for Mollie, the boy was gone! I wasn’t sure where he was at first. Maybe he’s in heaven? *SIGH*

 The Battle of the Cowshed ended with a victory song (MY FAV- BEAST OF ENGLAND) and a solemn funeral for the poor sheep killed by the pellet. I was also awarded “Animal Hero, First Class” along with Snowball. * a round of an applause please*