Monthly me {Special edition}

Blog by Mollie, member of the anti-rebellion union

Scared. Thats how I felt as I listened to Snowball speak of the

rebellion to come on our farm. As hard as he tried to convince us
that freedom from humans would give us a better life, I was not
quite sold on this idea. When I asked if there would still be ribbons,
Snowball told me that they were a badge of slavery and then said
something about freedom being more valuable then ribbons. I
agreed but I was in a state of disbelief; I could not imagine a life with
no ribbons. On the day of the rebellion, Snowball set fire to the
harnesses, whips, halters, and everything else in the harness room.
To my dismay, he threw my precious ribbons into the burning flames,
as well. Luckily, I had snatched a few of them and hid them in my
stall before Snowball could get to them. In the months to follow, I did
little work around the farm and spent most of my days recalling the
times before the revolution. I would occasionally trot over the
hedges to other farms where I would allow the farmers to stroke me
and feed me. I knew Napoleon and Snowball would be furious if they
knew of these visits but I didnt care. When the first gun fired at the
Battle of Cowshed, I took off and galloped toward one of the far back
pastures, out of harms way. I returned to the main barn later that
day but I knew I needed to escape as soon as possible. Three days
later, I galloped to a neighboring farm where I was happily greeted
by a stout old farmer who immediately trimmed me, groomed me,
and tied a beautiful scarlet ribbon around my forelock. I felt not the
slightest bit guilty for abandoning Animal Farm. Instead, I am
satisfied here and feel that my life is better when it is a humans
hand. Content. That is how I feel now.