Animal Farm
My fellow comrades,
I would really have to thank you all for your bravery and determination during the Battle of the Cowshed. Without all those hard work, there is no way we could have won the battle. I am sure that all of you remember what happened during the battle, am I right? I guess all of you were thinking that it was going to be another normal day, but something changed it all. Mr. Jones, his men and six others from the neighbouring farms were attacking the farm, hoping to regain control over animal farm. They were all armed with sticks except for Jones himself, who carried a gun. Thank goodness I had read up on the battle earlier and was well prepared, both mentally and physically. Though not expecting it, all of you did your part perfectly, except for Mollie, who was hiding behind her stall the whole time during the Rebellion. The pigeons alerted the animals that Jones and his men were going to attempt an invasion on the farm to get it back. When the men first charged, Benjamin, Muriel, the sheep and I attacked back, but it was a trap, and the men who travelled further in were surrounded by the other animals that attacked relentlessly. I was wounded while trying to attack Jones, but it was not that serious after all. Jones tried to fire at me, but the sheep behind me was shot and killed. Jones fell to the floor and his gun shot right up and fell into the mud. We have placed it at the base of the flagstaff, agreeing to fire it twice a year: on October 12th, the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed—as we have dubbed their victory—and on Midsummer’s Day, the anniversary of the Rebellion. Boxer thought that that he had killed a stable-lad and felt really miserable, but was cheered by the knowledge that he did not kill the stable-lad, but only stunned him. We knew this because by the time we found Mollie, the stable-lad had recovered and taken flight. Finally, boxer and I were awarded the medal “animal hero 1st class”, and the dead sheep was awarded
I would really have to thank you all for your bravery and determination during the Battle of the Cowshed. Without all those hard work, there is no way we could have won the battle. I am sure that all of you remember what happened during the battle, am I right? I guess all of you were thinking that it was going to be another normal day, but something changed it all. Mr. Jones, his men and six others from the neighbouring farms were attacking the farm, hoping to regain control over animal farm. They were all armed with sticks except for Jones himself, who carried a gun. Thank goodness I had read up on the battle earlier and was well prepared, both mentally and physically. Though not expecting it, all of you did your part perfectly, except for Mollie, who was hiding behind her stall the whole time during the Rebellion. The pigeons alerted the animals that Jones and his men were going to attempt an invasion on the farm to get it back. When the men first charged, Benjamin, Muriel, the sheep and I attacked back, but it was a trap, and the men who travelled further in were surrounded by the other animals that attacked relentlessly. I was wounded while trying to attack Jones, but it was not that serious after all. Jones tried to fire at me, but the sheep behind me was shot and killed. Jones fell to the floor and his gun shot right up and fell into the mud. We have placed it at the base of the flagstaff, agreeing to fire it twice a year: on October 12th, the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed—as we have dubbed their victory—and on Midsummer’s Day, the anniversary of the Rebellion. Boxer thought that that he had killed a stable-lad and felt really miserable, but was cheered by the knowledge that he did not kill the stable-lad, but only stunned him. We knew this because by the time we found Mollie, the stable-lad had recovered and taken flight. Finally, boxer and I were awarded the medal “animal hero 1st class”, and the dead sheep was awarded