Our Leader, Comrade Napoleon: Father of All Animals, Terror of Mankind, Protector of the Sheep-fold, Ducklings' Friend...

Friend of the fatherless!

Fountain of happiness!

Lord of the swill-bucket!  Oh, how my soul is on

Fire when I gaze at thy

Calm and commanding eye,

Like the sun in the sky,

Comrade Napoleon!

Thou are the giver of

All that thy creatures love,

Full belly twice a day, clean straw to roll upon;

Every beast great or small

Sleeps at peace in his stall,

Thou watchest over all,

Comrade Napoleon!

Had I a sucking-pig,

Ere he had grown as big

Even as a pint bottle or as a rolling-pin,

He should have learned to be

Faithful and true to thee,

Yes, his first squeak should be

"Comrade Napoleon!"

-Composed by Minimus, in honor of Comrade Napoleon

Controversy News: Squealer Found w/ White Paint In the Middle of the Night?

The facts are coming together, surely and steadily, and the full truth behind the Animal Farm will be revealed with latest events.  In the middle of the night last night, an alarming ruckus sounded from the yard.  Mostly in fear of Snowball and his "treachery", others out of shock, and some out of pure curiosity, rushed out into the moonlight and to the barn.  There was a large ladder split into two, and Squealer lay on the ground wearing a guilty expression.  Next to him was a lantern, a paint brush, and a spilled tin of white paint.
The other animals all seemed to be confused, except Benjamin.  I knew I was onto something.  It only made sense that Squealer would be the one to change the Commandments to favor the pigs.  Each time, he had been crawling up the ladder, paint brush in trotter, adding a few extra words to the commandments!  After the incident, I had been able to secretly talk to an unnamed source late into the night...

"I knew Squealer was changing the Commandments all along.  I'm one of the few animals here who can actually read what the pigs put out there.  I've seen Squealer sneak out each night with his tools, climbing up the ladder quietly and making sure no other animals are awake."

When asked why the source had not explained any of these happenings to the other animals:

"Nothing will change after the revolution.  There would be no point.  Why waste my breath?  I'm tired and done talking now, so leave me be."

And that was that.  I'm not exactly sure what I'll do yet to inform the other animals.  I don't want to get too far onto the pigs' and dogs' radars to keep safe, but the other animals MUST know what injustice occurs right under their very noses.
I must also find a better system for updating my blog.  Too often must I quickly hide my means of communication when another animal walks in or a dog stalks by my secret place.

Just like right now, I hear footsteps and a barking.  Napoleon must be coming.  Bye dear reader.  Please hope for the best fate of animal farm, and my own safety too, as fniejfweoifnwefjweifff

None of the information found on this blog is true.  Comrade Napoleon and the pigs make great sacrifices for the good of Animal Farm.  The farm is more important than the individual.  Belief or support in this blog will surely result in execution for treason against Comrade Napoleon.  

JUST IN: The Updated Seven Commandments Drama

A seemingly supernatural happening is striking Animal Farm.  The Seven Commandments that have been inscribed on the walls of the barn appear to be evolving.  I'll fly by the list one morning, and then when I fly by them again the next, a few words are changed.  I have no idea where they keep coming from, but I am noticing a correspondence between the events of the farm and the particular rule that is changed.  We have some rule-breakers on the farm...

BEFORE 1: Whatever goes upon two legs in an enemy
AFTER: Four legs is good, two legs is better.

Napoleon has begun to trade with humans, and Squealer has walked on his hind legs.  I also hear rumors about a human visit that is approaching.

BEFORE 2: Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.

Though this rule has not changed on the barn wall, Napoleon's dogs have not been treating the other animals as friends, but just meat that can be disposed of along Napoleon's commands.

BEFORE 3: No animal shall wear clothes.
Although this rule has not changed on the barn wall either, I saw Napoleon put Mr. Jones's hat upon his own head and the dogs have worn collars.

BEFORE 4: No animal shall sleep in a bed.
AFTER: No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets.
The pigs have taken to habit sleeping in the farmhouse beds with blankets.

BEFORE 5: No animal shall drink alcohol.
AFTER: No animal shall drink alcohol to excess.
Through the kitchen windows, I have witnessed the pigs drinking beer and whiskey at the Jones's table.

BEFORE 6: No animal shall kill any other animal.
AFTER: No animal shall kill any other animal without cause.
Napoleon's dogs slaughter any animal who have crossed Napoleon's line.

BEFORE 7: All animals are equal.
AFTER: All animals are equal, and some are more equal than others.

Has the world gone crazy?  How are these words changing?  I must find out...

What Happened to the Windmill? The REAL Story

This is an exclusive sight I witnessed of the windmill.  South-west winds were all the rage that November, and building was put in hiatus because the cement was getting too wet to mix.  Eventually, there came a violent, windy night that the farm shook and frightened many of the animals.  There was an uneasy stir in the barn every time the foundations shook especially hard, fear enveloping the faces of the especially young ones.  Then the chickens awoke with a ruckus because of the noise, and the whole situation seemed very chaotic from there.  Little did everyone know, it would get much worse...

The windmill that the animals had spent so much labor on was in tatters.  The product their muscles ached to build was scattered around the hill, looking as if nothing was every on top of the hill but rubble in the first place.  A heartbreaking, lost silence drifted and suffocated every animal as they stood, staring at the cement and stone.
Napoleon was first to speak, of course:

"Comrades, do you know who is responsible for this?  Do you know the enemy who has come in the night and overthrown our windmill?  SNOWBALL!  Snowball has done this thing!  In sheer malignity, thinking to set back our plans and avenge himself for ignominious expulsion, this traitor has crept here under the cover of the night and destroyed our work of nearly a year."

A look of confusion settled over the animals faces, especially each time Napoleon used an especially big word.  Then, there was the chaos.  Animals cried out for the injustice of their ruined windmill, while Napoleon and his crew jeered them on, as though getting them fired up for revenge against a highly wanted enemy.  With each cry of indignation, I studied Napoleon's face even closer.  Under all of the posed anger and frustration and empowerment, he looked almost... worried.  It soon clicked in my head.

Each morning when all the animals would go out to continue the building of the windmill, I would fly over their progress and wonder to myself why the walls were so thin.  Dear readers, Napoleon was trying to take the blame off of himself because he had made the walls of the windmill too thin!!  And who was his first resort for a scapegoat?  Snowball, of course, who had become the common enemy of the farm and was not there to defend himself.
Even worse, Napoleon claimed to find a trail of pig footprints leading the hedge where Snowball had escaped long ago, sniffing them and claiming them as Snowball's tracks. The truth is, I saw with my own eyes Squealer creating those footprints while Napoleon distracted the other animals with those words! And using my phenomenal sense of smell, the only traces of pigs I could sniff were Napoleon's and Squealers.

Corruption is occurring on the farm.  You, dear reader, will be one of the first to witness it.  Wish us all on Animal Farm luck and justice.

Squealer making tracks with his trotters. 

The Missing Snowball?!

My best attempt at sketching an image of Snowball running for his life from Napoleon's army of vicious dogs.  Take note of the worried facial expression and flapping ears from speed.



A strange and frightening turn of events has occurred at Animal Farm.  For a second my gut told me to abandon the farm, as I felt bad things were going to be happening very soon.  However, I have decided to stick my journey out, due to my readers and the justice that comes with knowing the truth.

It was just another average Sunday morning meeting.  And with the average Sunday morning meeting comes the disagreements between Snowball and Napoleon.  This time the two were arguing about building the windmill, Snowball being for it and Napoleon against.  Although Napoleon usually has an aloof and reserved air about him during these Sunday matters, today felt eerie.  My gut was not wrong, as after Napoleon once again stated his opinion about the windmill being nonsense, he made a strange, high-pitched noise.  For a split second, the other animals in the barn were silent, casting confused looks at one another, wondering if they should applaud or join in or if Napoleon was teaching them a new song.  However, a huge, wolf-like pack of almost-grown dogs burst in, exhibiting their loyalty towards Napoleon with their wagging tales and propensity.  And as if on his command, the dogs burst after Snowball, menacing fangs dripping saliva.  They chased Snowball very far, and everyone had shocked countenances when Snowball's stubby legs actually carried him away and under the hedge.  I've heard from several sources that those dogs are puppies Napoleon whisked away a while ago for the sake of their "education".  However, it is becoming questionable what he taught them.
Now, Snowball is missing, and Napoleon has no competition.
Several odd confessions have shaken the farm.  For instance, four young, vocal pigs were dragged by their ears by the dogs to Napoleon, where they promptly confessed to be in secret cahoots with Snowball and that Snowball had been a secret agent for Mr. Jones for years.  Three hens said Snowball had spoke to them in a dream and they were told to disobey Napoleon.  A goose admitted to eating more corn than she should have during the harvest a year ago, a sheep confessed to urinating in the drinking pool upon Snowball's orders, and two other sheep said they murdered a ram who was devoted to the leadership of Napoleon.  All were slain, until the air smelled coppery and the cold pile of corpses in the room was more menacing than the dogs by Napoleon's side.

Something did not add up to me, of course.  Why would Snowball ever be on Farmer Jones's side?  I remember seeing the vengeance in his eyes after he was shot at the Battle of the Cowshed, and urging all others away from mankind.  Even while he had many issues with Napoleon, he was a clever, grand leader on the farm.  The fear in the slain animals' eyes showed confusion and doubt in what was coming out of their mouths, and they seemed to keep looking at Squealer for reassurance.
I believe a terrible corruption has happened on the farm.  Squealer is quite the articulate talker.  What if he had made up some terrible lie and made the animals believe they had done something they didn't even do?  I would not put it below  him, with his chubby figure and terrible, mischievous eyes.  I must investigate a little more, and hopefully even get a glimpse into the private matters of the pigs.

Wish me luck, and I hope to get the word out soon...

Where Oh Where Could Mollie Be? And What Was Happening Behind Closed Stable Doors...

Considered to most as foolish, vain, and rather selfish, it was not a surprise or dread when the news broke out of Mollie's disappearance.  While she is a dainty, pretty white mare who makes for a perfect show horse, at some point most realize the inside makes a bigger statement than one's outward appearance.  Obsessed with sweet lumps of sugar, being pet, and swaying ribbons to adorn her mane, nasty rumors began circulating about how Mollie was an unproductive weight to carry around the farm.  An unnamed source openly declares:

"The stupidest questions of all are always asked by Mollie.  I've accidentally taken to a habit of rolling my eyes whenever I hear her dainty voice tussle the air during meetings, or the hottest part of the day when the animals sweat the most from their outside work."  

Just before the Rebellion, as I again watched a secret Rebellion meeting from the rafters before the expulsion of Farmer Jones, the first thing Mollie said was, "Will there still be sugar after the Rebellion?"  She was then shot down my Napoleon, who firmly denied her wishes by pointing out that she would have the necessary oats and hay.  She then continued to question, "And shall I still be allowed to wear ribbons in my mane?"  to which then Snowball shot her down.  Surprisingly, it seems the only times Napoleon and Snowball agreed were when they were refusing Mollie's vain requests. 

As time wore on, the predicament grew worse with problems such as: 

• Mollie was not good at getting up in the mornings
• She refused to learn any but the six letters which spelt her own name 
• She had taken to flight as soon as the gun went off during the Battle of the Cowshed
• She was late for work every morning
• She claimed about pains often, although her appetite was healthy
• She would often visit the drinking pool during her work time just to stare at her own reflection in the water

However, an even worse rumor arose.  A source puts in:

"This morning I saw her looking over the hedge to Foxwood, where one of Pilkington's men was talking to her and stroking her nose!  I confronted her about it later, but she denied it.  Even so, she was making lots of nervous movements and avoiding my gaze.  After asking for her word of honor, she just ran away from me.  After a thought struck me, I went to investigate her stall and found lumps of hidden sugar and bundles of ribbons.  However, I would never tell on her.  Besides, I was rather far away, so maybe my middle-aged eyes were deceiving me."

Contrary to what this source's conclusion was, Mollie disappeared three days later, and is now missing.  However, fellow pigeon reports have come in claiming to have found Mollie on the other side of Willingdon with a fresh appearance and a face expression full of joy as a man stroked her nose and fed her sugar.  

To each her own... No one really mentions Mollie anymore, anyway.  

Mollie's "badges of slavery"

Napoleon vs. Snowball?

                           An interesting piece of graffiti found behind a pile of straw on a barn wall where Old Major used to sleep...                
  In this particular interpretation made by an unknown source, Snowball seems to be making the most fuss. But even while Napoleon is silent and almost serene, he is the one wearing the commanding hat, not Snowball.  A question that might tickle the minds of most: what are those objects in Napoleon's hands?  A parody of Farmer Jones?  A wicked sense of foreshadowing?  Only time will tell...

It is no surprise these two tension-causers are in this picture together.  While Snowball is more on the vivacious and innovative, Napoleon resides more on the controlling, manipulative side and is excellent at keeping those he recruits for help in line.  But the bottom line is: these two pigs are the strongest personalities in the entire farm.  An anonymous source inputs, "They are the most active in debates.  Sunday morning meetings have become almost unbearable with their disagreement.  If Snowball thinks one thing about an issue, I will bet you an entire month's worth of grain that Napoleon will be disagreeing.  It doesn't help that none of the other animals can never even make up their minds.  They just listen to whoever's talking at the moment.  The only reason I never speak up about it is because I don't really trust any of the other animals on the farm, save for Boxer.  None of these arguments will really matter in a few months, because even after this Rebellion ideal I bet things will be the same."  The source reported this quite cynically, and looked as if they would much rather get back to doing what is expected of them than offer any opinions on this battle for power.  However, a close source claims:

"The animals have split themselves into two sides.  Half of the animals cheer, "Vote for Snowball and the three-day week" while the other half sings, "Vote for Napoleon and the full manger".  I just wish we could all find a peaceful way to get over this bump and unite like a family once again."

The disagreements go on and on.  If Snowball is working on the inventive Animal Committees, Napoleon wishes to focus on the education of the youngsters to ensure a strong future.  If Snowball wants to build a windmill to make life on the farm easier for all the animals, Napoleon feels the need to keep up food production to prevent starvation.  Both have very good ideals and points, and the animals seem to be having trouble choosing sides.  Snowball comes up with the ideas, but Napoleon has a scarily efficient way of getting the job done.  It may come to a time where it is up to one of them to lay the last straw and decide the final leader.

Snowball (front row, second to right) and Napoleon (third pig from left) fight for space in front
of Old Major during the meeting with haughty expressions.


Which side are you on?