S: Boxer's Book
BC: The End
FC: My point of view on Animal Farm Written by: Allie Rivi | Boxer's Book
1: "Napoleon is always right" "I will work harder"
2: Journal 1 With Mr. Jones now gone, all of the animals have to do more work. While most animals complain, like Mollie did, about the extra work, I embrace it. Many say that now I work even harder than before. "I will work harder," is the motto that I now live by. I am constantly working in the field and hauling bolders up the cliff for the windmill. I don't mind the work, I actually like it. After all, there is no one else as strong as me to do all the hard labor here at Animal Farm.
4: Journal 2 Today is a great day for Animal Farm. It is our first victory in battle. Mr. Jones and other humans invaded Animal Farm and try to take us over. Being the smart animals we are, we made a defense plan way in advance. Not everything went to plan tho, Snowball got shot in the back and a poor sheep died. Seeing all this happen, I kicked one of the stable boys in the head and he fell down. I thought that he was dead. I had forgotten that I was wearing iron shoes. Because of my heroic acts, Snowball and I were awarded "Animal Hero, First Class." The sheep was awarded "Animal Hero, Second Class." We named this battle, The Battle of Cowshed because that was where it started.
7: Journal 3 I was awoken today by a great bang outside. At first I panicked, thinking that it was Mr. Jones back and firing off shots. But I almost wish it was him instead of what it was.It was the windmill, that we had worked on for almost a year. It had been pushed over. All my hard work had gone to waste. Napoleon says that it was Snowball, back to ruin us. And "Napoleon is always right!" Many people from the outside world believe that the wind blew it down because we did not build the walls thick enough. I don't believe that. They don't know Snowball and what he is capable of. I agree with Napoleon. As I said before, "Napoleon is always right!"
9: Journal 4 This will be my 4th and final entry. I am now 12 years old and looking forward to my retirement. But that was not Napoleon and Squealer's plan. 12 is very old for a horse to be as active and work as hard as me, comrades. Today the work finally started to wear on me. I was working on the windmill. Hauling up stone after stone, like I do everyday. And my body had finally had enough. I collapsed and could not get up. Squealer said that he was going to call for the hospital to come and take care of me, but when I was getting in the van, I found out that it was really the knacker. When we first started thinking about rebellion, one reason that I went along with it was because Squealer promised me a long retirement. But, comrades, I have come to the realization that the pigs are corrupt.