Conclusion

It has been nearly two years since that last journal entry. I read Animal Farm when it was published, and it alone inspired me to get my version of the story completed.
What was it Major said? Oh yes:

"And above all, pass on this message of mine to those who come after you, so that future generations shall carry on the struggle until it is victorious."

The first attempt of Animalism, so many years ago, ended in death, corruption, and an insatiably power-hungry tyrant. But I don't believe the cause is moot because of this one pig (or human, as the case could be made.)

My name is Snowball. I am an Animal Hero, First Class, defender of Animal Farm, and victor at The Battle of the Cowshed. I follow the ways of Animalism, as taught by Major. Let the stories in this blog be both a warning and a lesson to you. Do not let power corrupt who you are, and do not let those things which caused Napoleon to fall, cause you to stumble. I am here to encourage you, and to inspire you. And I think the best way I can do that is through a song a dear old friend sang for me once. It goes like this:



Comrade, thank you for reading my account of Animal Farm. May you follow the ways of Major always, and live under The Seven Commandments. Above all, may you find the will to continue the cause of Animalism all across the globe.

Signing off, for the last time,

Snowball

Animal Farm!

The teaching is going rather well! Since Major's speech, and passing soon thereafter, much has been accomplished. The pigs, Napoleon and I to be specific, have taken the brunt of Animalism on our shoulders. At times it's rather hard for Napoleon and I to agree on what is true to Animalism. He seems to think the important thing is to grow into a strong farm that can take over the surrounding farms, and in turn all of England, then finally the world. He is a forward thinker- but I can't help but wonder if this brute force philosophy will only get us into more trouble.

On a lighter note, we finally decided upon a name for the new farm! Animal Farm! Clever, eh? Also- after using nearly all three months to argue and debate, all of us pigs have decided upon the Seven Commandments of Animal Farm! Here they are, just as they are written on the wall of the barn:

1. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
2. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a freind.
3. No animal shall wear clotheƨ.
4. No animal shall sleep in a bed.
5. No animal shall drink alcohol.
6. No animal shall kill any other animal.
7. All animals are equal.

After showing them to the other Comrades, we decided memorization should be attempted. Unfortunately, only a few of the others can actually comprehend all of the Commandments, much less memorize them. We'll have to start with the alphabet for some of the animals, so it will take much time.
I'm finding Napoleon has a short temper for such matters. He'd rather we were all pigs it seems. I think we need to put together committees that will actually get things accomplished- that's really what will work.

Well, I better go. Molly is conversing with Moses again. Both of them make me concerned. Molly is constantly asking about humans. She doesn't seem to understand that the hardest freedom is better then the best enslavement.
Moses is simply unreasonable altogether! Talks of Sugarcandy Mountain pour off of his lips! It's as if freedom isn't enough- he must invent some fake reality to bring about treason with the others! He would be better off leaving Animal Farm altogether.

Bye for now!
Snowball

A time of sadness, but renewed vigor.

Major has died! Just three days ago we were all brought into the light by this dear old pig. Now, he is no more! The farm is filled with sadness that cannot be expressed.

He has not died in vain, though. The other pigs and I have begun to develop a new system of social management that we are calling Animalism. It is based off of Major's principles and dreams, and we believe it will be succesful.

Later tonight we will meet with the other comrades to explain to them the basics of Animalism. No doubt we will get naive questions and remarks, probably spearheaded by Molly. But, all the same, I believe that the other comrades will pull through and be able to follow Animalism as Major intended.

Down with Jones! Long live Animalism!
Snowball

Introduction and Explenation

Hello there,
First of all, pardon me if occassionaly I make spelling errors or my writing seems sproadic. As it turns out, typing is not so easy when one doesnt posses opposable thumbs, and I don't yet feel as though I have a complete hold on- what is it? - "blogging" yet.

My name is Snowball, and I am a pig. Oh come now, don't look so baffled! If you've read the book "Animal Farm" you must have some feint recognision of what part I play in the account. Well, I'm here to set the record straight. See- I'm an old pig now, and I feel as though my time is running out. That time, oh so long ago, when Major first sang Beasts of England is but a flicker of light in my head now. I fear I have reached the same state of Major. Not in prestige- heavens no! I could only hope to one day be as great as that Old Swine. Rather, I fear as though the the time of my death draws near.
Because of this, I feel it is in my ability- nay, my responsibility to write about my account of the events which happened so many years ago. To have my voice heard? Well, partially. More then just yelling into the dark however, I hope someday- somehow- my first-person account of the events which many-a-student has read about by the recolection of that famous historian and writer George Orwell will cause a peaceful uprising of Animals from all around the world.

This blog, you could say, is my Beasts of England to a new generation of animals.

Many of these firsts "posts" are adapted from the journal I kept as a young and vivacious pig. Although not everything is a direct copy from my journal (I will have to stretch into the recesses of my mind for some of the memories) I can promise you that every bit will be accurate.

Thank you, and I hope through this blog you will be able to see the true spirit of Animalism, as Major, not Napoleon, intended it.

Snowball