An Unexpected Angel

Today something happened that I could have never thought up.
I've been at my wit's end for the last several days. Fully expecting to die lonely, I had given up hope. I began to see no difference between sleeping and staying awake, and the days and nights all ran together.

My only memory before consciously waking was of a ribbon-clad body bending down to examine me. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a barn. Looking around I thought, just for a moment, that I was back at Animal Farm. Realizing, however, that by this time work would have started at Animal Farm, I relaxed.
"Finally awake, are you?" said a voice from above. I looked up.
"Molly?"
"One in the same." Molly replied.
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"The nice man who runs this farm, by the name of Farmer Ben, told me that if I wanted to escape Animal Farm once and for all and live where I could get sugar cubes whenever I wanted, that I could come with him. So, I did!"
My first thought was traitor but then I stopped. She had saved my life.
"Well, what farm is this then Molly?" I asked.
"That's just it, Snowball!" Molly replied, enthusiastically, "It's 'Ben & Son's Dairy Co.'! It's a dairy farm!"
This stopped me dead in my thought process. A dairy farm?
"Farmer Ben has been keeping me here out of generosity until Jones can get a new farm of his own, or forever. Whichever comes first." here, she winked.

We proceeded to talk about the events that had unfolded since Molly had disappeared. I knew that she had secretly wandered off to a new farm as soon as she had gone missing. I told her everything that had happened at Animal Farm since she had left. She didn't pay close attention, but she was interested to hear the parts about the windmill.
"So every stall could have hot water and lights?" she asked.
"Well, that was the plan. But now it will never happen since Napoleon is in charge." I replied.
"That's too bad." she said, clearly let down.

So, this has been my new life for the last several days. I've found out that Ben & Son's is 10 miles South of Animal Farm and that Molly had discovered me while pulling Farmer Ben into town on a Saturday morning. Molly was still severely human-minded. I think she would probably die without some kind of master.
But, in all truth, Farmer Ben is a decent fellow. I never thought I would find a human I would like, especially after hearing Major's words. Ben has something different about him- I kind of compassion. Perhaps it's just him; just one man. Either way, I know I will be safe here as long as I stay.

However long that may be.

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