#battle of cowshed

[themagicalconchshell]

This is my idea of a very nice evening

[yorkshirepiggy]

Excuse me? You were never present for the battle of cowshed. I read Julius Caeser and came up with battle strategies. You had NO input whatsoever. I did not get this gunshot wounds so that you could warp history.

I fear for what you’re doing to my beloved comrades on that farm. I can only hope you come to your senses and realise that you’re ill-minded and need to reassess yourself on Old Major’s teachings.

This is YorkshirePiggy, you don’t know true Animalism. You dishonour dear comrade Old Major.

Dear Snowball,

I'll have you know that when old major died I was the one to get up and fulfill his wishes. I was the one to step my trotter into action and lead all animals on animal farm into battle. We wouldn't have progressed on the farm without my geniuses.

I do not contradict ideas of animalism. And I'll have you know snowball that the ideas involved in animalism does not condone such accusatory remarks. Good day.

- Comrade Napoleon

[driftwooddestiel]

just went to see my friends theatre class’ animal farm production it was SO FUNNY i loved it (it was a comedy adaptation set in australia)

[eeveecatda1]

[gijinka] Snowball x Boxer again !! Battle of cowshed and pre-revolution

[yorkshirepiggy]

how are you and boxer affiliated?

I consider Boxer and I to be very close comrades, we fought together in the Battle Of The Cowshed after all! I still considering fighting beside him a great honour. He really is a symbol of the working animals on Animal Farm, a beacon of light, if you will. I’m so proud of all the hard work and contributions he’s done for the farm! Even now that I’m not in the farm, I know he is working just as hard as before,

[beemun-hcc-2024]

FINAL UPDATE : New Horizons

After a long-fought battle, Algeria is finally independent.

With the following cabinet:

President: Ferhat Abbas

Vice President: Karim Balkacem 

Minister of Finance & Economy: Ahmed Francis

Minister of Interior & Internal Affairs: Baya Jouquet-Bouhoune

Minister of Defence: Lakhdar Bouregaa

Minister of Armament: Mahmoud Cherif 

Minister of Foreign Affairs: Mohamed Lamine Debaghine

Minister of Information and Chief of Media Publications Algeria-wide : Mhamed Yazid

Minister of Health: Sadek Hadjeres 

Minister of Maghreb Affairs: Abdelhamed Mehri

Minister of Education: Bachir Hadj Ali

Minister of Cultural Affairs : Ahmed Tewfik El Madani 

Minister of Social Affairs : Benyoucef Benkhedda

Algeria once again has the freedom and autonomy to make decisions for its people, be it Pied-Noirs, berbers, or anyone else.

The dissenting French paratroopers have been publicly denounced by the French state, and without any logistical support, they were immediately ambushed and killed by the ALN.

Ahmed Francis established a Laissez-Faire market in Algeria, allowing all businesses to operate with minimum government overwatch. Because of this, foreign firms quickly dominated Algeria, yet it gave the country a level of industrialization never seen before. The only drawback? Economic disparity.

Krim Belkacem created a secret directive to murder and kill all Communists within Algeria. However, because of the efforts of the Communist party in creating morale and public support for their party, this directive was quickly shut down.

Krim Belkacem was tried in the Algerian Judiciary for genocide and mass-murder. He was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Ahmed Francis was made the Vice President soon after.

Krim Belkacem succeeded in killing nearly all the Communist leaders, namely Bachir Hadj, Henri Alleg, Sadek Hadjeres, and Ben Ali Boukort, but he missed one target.

Alice-Sportisse Gomez fled to Switzerland before the ALN could find her. She is now being heralded as the savior of communism within Algeria, as she is one of the last surviving members of the PCA.

The PCA had been integrated as a political party in Algeria, however, tensions (as always) are currently rising, suggesting a civil war may soon break out.

The Cultural and Traditional heritage of Algeria had been safely preserved thanks to the efforts of the Minister of Cultural Affairs, a national identity has been forged in the memory of French colonization, and the identity of Algeria as a Maghreb nation.

Lakhdar Ben Tobbal's body was brought to Algiers to be prayed, in a tradition called "Sholat Jenazah". His body was buried near a cowshed.

Bachir Hadj Ali succesfully developed the educational system, putting in a few communist ideals within the curriculum, without the GPRA noticing.

Kateb Yacine wrote a book.

A Welfare Act was also made by Beyouncef Benkhedda and Ferhat Abbas to ensure the prosperity of all within the nation.

Lakhdar Bouregaa went on to lead Algeria during the Algeria-Morocco war. Moroccan troops were quickly decimated as a result of the intensive training prepared by the MoD.

Morocco was annexed and made into a part of Algeria.

Algeria would go on to join the United Nations and the Non-Alligned Movement, along with Indonesia and other postcolonial nations.

The people of Algeria cheer the name of the GPRA in the streets, though they silently curse the idiotic infighting under a bated breath.

Memorials were erected to the victims of the war.

The memory of those who fought lives on in the memory of the nation.

Vive L'Algerie!

[fanficg12023]

Midnight the wizard

Rafael Carnevale e Caio Brunner

Synopsis

What would have been of animalism if a wizard tried to take over the power before the rebellion? Midnight, the black cat, was rumored to have mythic powers and would, supposedly, control Mrs. and Mr Jones’s decisions regarding the farm. Over time, Midnight’s ideas would be appealing to the other animals, but would it be enough for the cat to take on the control of the farm?

Fanfic

A long time before Old Major gave his speech, not only was animalism nothing like it is today, but Mrs. and Mr. Jones ruled the Animal Farm. Among the animals, they decided who would do the hard labor, the animals who would take the carriage and receive sugar and ribbons and much more. However, Midnight, the black cat who helped healing the humans, and would sometimes visit the landowners house, began with a speech of his own, and soon gained popularity. For Mr Jones sake, his wife soon began to treat Midnight alike any other animal on the farm: each time he came to help the humans in their headaches, Mrs Jones served him with fresh milk.

Soon, the animals were worshipping Midnight. His healing capabilities were seen as primordials for the Animal Farm´s development and the animals begun to want the cat to rule, instead of Mr Jones. In no time, the cat called up a meeting, telling everyone he had gotten something fundamental to say. The animals gathered up to hear and even Mrs. Jones went to hear his speech. The cat started to talk, he started presenting his ideas of what the farm should be, finally and unexpectedly, Midnight told everyone that he should be the new leader of the Animals Farm. This announcement generated a huge repercussion and the animals appeared to support.

When Mr.jones discovered the new news, he called all the other farmers to find and kill the cat so he wouldnt lose the farm leadership. The pigeons, who were flying around the house when Mr. Jones called a meeting with the othe landowners, heard the men and soon warned Midnight and his army. The news spread quickly and the animals had to come up with a plan: they would start a war against all the farmers. On Monday noon it had already started. Not far away from the Cowshed, that would later play an opposite role on the story, the animals, leadered by Midnight, breavesly fought until their last efforts. The war lasted 3 days until the black cat had to resin, in result of the damage the superior human equipment had done. Midnight was caught not long after the war had ended, and the news that he was dead was all over the farm. 

The animals were hopeless upon the death of their leader and wanted revenge on every human for what they had done with Midnight. In this shaky scenario, Old Major, the cleverest pig, took a huge decision: he called all the animals for a big meeting in the barn. He said that the humans were to blame for the crisis the Animal Farm was going through, and the animals roared in support.

The pig, who became a symbol of resilience and leadership, stood proudly before the animals. “Midnight’s sacrifice will not be in vain”, he declared. “ We may  have lost a battle, but the war for our freedom is far from over. Let Midnight’s memory inspire us to continue the fight for a farm where every animal is equal. Together we shall overcome, and the dawn of a new era for the Animal Farm will rise from the ashes of our struggle”. 

[theriffreportuk]

By: A Clueless Blogger With No Culinary Qualifications – For The Riff Report Blog 🍔🎸 Look, I’m not a food critic. I’m not even 100% sure how to pronounce “confit” or what a jus is (is it just gravy wearing a suit?). But I do know when something tastes lush. And mate… this cowshed? It slapped. So, here’s the story: I was told Wales’ Best Local Restaurant was basically in a field, possibly invisible on Google Maps, and had nearly been evicted. Naturally, I packed a hoodie, a fork, and blind faith in The Good Food Guide, and set off on an accidental pilgrimage to Paternoster Farm in Hundleton, Pembrokeshire – aka “the best place to eat in Wales, apparently.” Let’s begin this ridiculous foodie journey I had no business being on… 🗺️ First Challenge: Finding the Place The first boss battle was just locating it.Typed “Paternoster Farm” into Google Maps and my phone just shrugged. Had to switch to “vague countryside instincts” and follow a lane that looked like it hadn’t seen tarmac since the Romans. Halfway there I started questioning if I was about to eat in a literal barn or accidentally attend a cult meeting. Spoiler: it’s both – but the cult is food and I’ve joined. 🐄 Welcome to the Cowshed of Dreams Yes, it’s in an actual old cowshed. Yes, there are stone walls, wooden beams, and the sort of rustic charm that makes you want to grow a beard and buy a sourdough starter. Inside, it’s all cosy vibes, fairy lights, and people using words like “locally-sourced” and “heritage carrots.” I don’t know what makes a carrot have heritage. Maybe it’s from a long line of noble root vegetables? Anyway – it’s well tidy, and the whole thing screams “Instagram this, peasant.” 🏆 Award-Winning But Almost Homeless This joint just got crowned Best Local Restaurant in Wales by The Good Food Guide – and rightly so.BUT (and here’s the bonkers bit), they were nearly kicked out! The council tried to evict them until the people of Pembrokeshire basically said “not today, Satan,” and public pressure got them a last-minute reprieve. So yes, this is now officially a restaurant with a comeback arc, like a Rocky movie but with duck rillettes instead of boxing. 🍽️ What I Ate (Sort Of) I ordered what the table next to me was having because the menu had words like "reduction" and "foraged" and I panicked. I think I had: - A slice of bread that tasted too good to just be bread - Something involving lamb that may or may not have looked at me in a previous life - A side of veg that tasted like it had just been lovingly massaged by a Welsh druid It all came out looking like art. And I wanted to eat it with my eyes first but my stomach said, “do it or I riot.” It was delicious. That’s the official term, right?No notes. Except maybe “why did I wait 30 years to eat in a cowshed?” 💬 I Asked a Real Foodie What Makes It So Good She said: “It’s about the atmosphere, the quality of the produce, and the deep respect for Welsh culinary tradition.” I nodded like I understood. Secretly I was thinking: “Mate, that gravy slapped and I’d sell my soul for another spoonful.” 👑 The Underdog Story of the Year Let’s just summarise this madness: - Nearly evicted - Public saved it - Now crowned best in Wales - Still basically in the middle of nowhere - Cowshed vibes. Michelin-level food. - Foodie mecca status unlocked If this place were a band, it’d be that unsigned group who got kicked out of their rehearsal space, went viral, and then headlined Glasto by accident. 🧭 Should You Go? YES.Even if you don’t know what half the menu says, just point and eat.Even if you think “tasting menus” are code for “you’ll leave hungry,” trust me – you’ll need rolling out. Just bring Google Maps, a strong will, and stretchy trousers. 🥕 Final Thoughts From a Fake Foodie: Paternoster Farm is Wales' culinary Hogwarts.They turned a barn into a flavour cathedral.And if the council ever tries to shut it again, we riot. With cutlery. 📍 Location: Somewhere in Hundleton, Pembrokeshire – look for vibes, cows, and glory**🗓️ Book ahead or be sad**🍽️ Award-winning farm food even your nan would love**🎸 Rock star underdog status achieved #CowshedCuisine #PaternosterPower #AccidentalFoodie #TheRiffReportEats #OnlyInWalesMun Read the full article

[am-i-pragnent]

[Q] Animal Farm question? how many animals died in the battle of Cornshed????? [A] only one animal died in the Battle of Cowshed and that's a sheep [2008]

[withinycu]

@akhilleuskcsmcs​ has long been at death’s side 

And Death being inhuman did not understand these things. His glory and name were eternal, his name roared and whispered from palace to cowshed. What he envied humans they took for granted and threw away on battles and war. 

He sat with Akhilleus on the funeral pyre and did not burn, he merely canted his head and asked a single question. “Was it worth it?”

There was no malice, no judgement but simple and genuine curiosity. He knew his answer to the question but what good was it? He was merely Death, and death did not understand these things. 

[animalfarmfanficsg12021]

Revenge over a dead body

Synopsis:

     As we know, Napoleon and Snowball were two young boars, also the only ones, and both of them were breeding up for sale. They were always fighting. But, what if they were brothers? What would have happened in the story if Napoleon had expelled Snowball because of their past together as brothers and also as a form of revenge over what happened in their past?

Fanfic:

     There was blood everywhere. The farmers were running for all sides. There were screams and cries echoing through the barn.

     Mr. Jones delivered the last one of the little boars, named Snowball. The female pig, mom of Snowball and the other boars, had died minutes after the delivery of Snowball. It was a difficult labor.

     That was her second pregnancy, so, her second brood. In the first one, that also had been difficult, Napoleon was born. He was a large, rather fierce-looking boar, not much of a talker, but with a reputation for getting his own way. Napoleon had also been born with one of his front legs lame. All the little boars were breeding up for sale, including Napoleon who was from the first brood. Because of his lame leg, Napoleon had never been sold, so Mr. Jones had to keep him. Snowball had also bred up for sale, but he had also never been sold. But that was not because he had a problem, like Napoleon, contrariwise, he was so perfect that he was too much expensive to the others farmers. Snowball was more vivacious than Napoleon, quicker in speech, and more inventive. He always had great ideas and was also perfect in everything that he did, even in sleep he could do better than Napoleon.

     After Napoleon and Snowball’s mom had died, the older one always had blamed Snowball for their mom’s death. Napoleon was jealous of Snowball.

     In Napoleon and Snowball's childhood, they always played tag, even though Napoleon never agreed with his brother. But, because of Napoleon’s front leg being lame, he was always caught, and then, always a loser, differently from Snowball, who was always the winner. That made Napoleon more willing to make Snowball disappear from his life.

     On the farm, there were a lot of animals, one of them being Old Major, a middle white boar, who was also, Napoleon and Snowball’s father. He got pretty sad when his partner, the mom of his sons, died, but he continued leading the farm, the other animals, and the idea of a rebellion.

     The day after Old Major’s speech about his dream and the future rebellion, he called both Snowball and Napoleon to a more reserved place in the barn:

     -- Sons, as is probably known to you, my days here are numbered, I have lived the longest life a boar could live, but you two, my dear sons and comrades, are only at the beginning of your lives. When I am gone away it will be your job to make the image of my dream come true and if it happens before you get as old as I am, it will be your role to organize and help the other comrades at the farm. I believe in both of you as I believe in a better world for all of us. 

     Napoleon already knew what would happen later, with the death of their father, Snowball would become the leader, and Napoleon would be pushed to second place, again. But no animal could possibly predict that the rebellion would happen so soon. During the chaos of the fight for a better life, Napoleon only watched from far away. Why would he help them if no one wanted his help? And what a boar with a lame leg like him could do in this battle? Better to let the perfect Snowball led the way.

     The days passed and Animalism was put in pratic, the animals never had so much food, especially the pigs, since Napoleon had taken the milk and apples to them. But the more time passed the higher risk of an attack from men.

     A month later, as expected there was a battle, named “The Batlle of the Cowshed”, where Snowball led the other animals to the victory. Napoleon used this time to educate his own army of dogs and to curse Mr. Jone's bullet for not being precise as it should, only grazing in Snowball.

     Animal Farm was getting worse, Snowball got ideas, good ones, and Napoleon was getting really tired of it. Every time Snowball got the best ideas and the support from all the animals. But not anymore. Napoleon trained the sheep to interrupt him in every speech and said quietly that Snowball’s ideas aren't going anywhere.

     The most controversial and complex one was the construction of a windmill,  Napoleon thought that this was Snowball's best idea so far, but couldn't let the other animals think the same, since it would mean Snowball would be the winner again and all Napoleon had worked for would dissolve. So he had an idea: kick Snowball off the farm, so he could live a life without having to see his “murderer” brother.

     While “Mr. Perfect” (Snowball), was occupied with the construction of the windmill, Napoleon was training nine dogs to be his bodyguards, and together win from Snowball. At this time, Napoleon could get more close to Squealer, another pig from the farm, and get more friends on his side, the side against Snowball. Since the beginning, Napoleon liked the idea made by his brother, but instead of supporting his idea, he pretended to be against it so it could be a rivalry among brothers. He had always been mad with Snowball because he was the one who “killed” their mother, was always “Mr. Perfect” and had always good ideas, so he thought that if he was against his brother’s idea, he could lower Snowball and feel superior.

     Napoleon and Snowball were always in disagreements, and one day Napoleon decided to take action. He put Snowball to run with the use of his dogs, making them attack his brother, that ran away and never returned to Animal Farm.

[2021animalfarmfanficg2]

THE NEW REVOLUTION

João Manuel and Theodoro Galvão

Synopsis

We all know the tragic changing process that the animals witness in the Animal Farm, where it slowly transitions from a peaceful, equal, and hope-filled environment, to a dictatorship much alike Jone's. The growing abuse and manipulation that the lower-class animals suffer is sustained by Napoleon and the pigs' compelling speeches, meaningless arguments and made-up stories, that are just as convincing as fake. Had the animals trusted their guts and questioned the pigs, however, they might have realized the institutionalized unfairness and brutality that permeated Animal Farm. What if, coupled with Snowball's idealist values and intellect, the animals turned against Napoleon and organized a new rebellion, as to truly claim for their rights and at last achieve the long-lost dream of an equal farm, envisioned originally by Old Major. 

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fanfiction:

THE NEW REVOLUTION 

Three weeks flew by past Boxer’s banquet, but the pain was still fresh; the endless murmuring on the stall kept the animals up until late hours of the night, wondering in remorse what had happened to their good friend, Boxer. Benjamin and Muriel were, more than ever, fully convinced that he had been taken to be slaughtered - for he was no longer useful in the laborial duties to Napoleon -, but the great majority stood alongside Squealer and his version of the history. Only Clover was to be seen in cruel doubt as to what had truly happened. The sheep would most promptly bleat in distress, whenever the matter was brought up, accusing those who didn’t believe in Napoleon and his servants of traitors of the progress and Animalism altogether. “Comrades, do not be fooled by the sincerity and spark in Squealer’s eyes, with which he deviously persuades and manipulates you as pleased, mourning in mockery the death of our dearest friend, as he - and by that, I mean all of the authoritarians who run this place with no regard for animal life - deliberately sentenced Boxer to a horrendous death, as soon as he grew old, too old to be enslaved ahead of the workforce anymore.”, Benjamin passionately discoursed. 

“Don’t listen to him” , protested the sheep, “he… he… he is a…”, but that was about all they could say. That very night, all but the sheep hit the hay closer to the knowledge of the truth, and, for the first time, a feeling of animosity was held in the air toward Napoleon. The following days carried on uneventfully: the work on the windmill, the school and the crops was yet to be done, and clearly at a slower pace with the absence of Boxer’s tremendous strength and inspirational determination. The insatisfaction with the path that the farm was taking grew substantially over time. All of a sudden, Muriel and Benjamin were able to enlighten the animals' visions towards Napoleon's dictatorship and totalitarian acts. "Doesn't it seem a bit odd how the pigs have established privileges for themselves, disrespected the Commandments, and utterly altered the way we were supposed to live, the way Animalism was envisioned by Old Major? Yet, they were able to keep us all reigned in with such exceptional rhetoric in Squealer's speeches." preached Muriel in excitement. "What does all that even mean?" inquired some of the animals. "Comrades, open your eyes, we are living under the same oppression, under the same conditions, as we did in Jones' time! Our food is scarce, our fellow animals are slaughtered, we've worked non-stop for the last few years… And all for what? So that Napoleon keeps on living in the height of luxury, with unlimited food and beverage and absolute power over our community. Have you not, comrades, noticed how they've slowly altered the Commandments, adding bits to the agreed-upon laws so the pigs can get away with the constant harassment they enforce. This must come to an end!"

And, thus, the hype was created amongst the animals. The stall was then filled with euphoria, everyone chanted coordinately Muriel and Benjamin's names; the setting for an upcoming revolution had risen. However, there was still a missing piece: a leader was needed in order to complete the rebellion. 

Days went by, and as the rebellion remained yet stalled, the feeling of excitement grew stronger amongst the animals. Evidently, Muriel and Benjamin were the firsts to be taken into consideration for the job. Afterall, they’re not only the brightest living beings in the farm, but were also the idealists of the New Rebellion, as it was being called. However, they personally refused the proposition, as they claimed it did not match their values: “We’ve all seen what unrestricted power with no mediation forces can do to the integrity of an animal, and I dread the same might very well happen to Muriel or me, if under such title”, explained Benjamin. While being a very noble reason, it didn’t bring any comfort to the other animals. Their savior was, regardless, closer than they could have ever thought. 

It happened precisely three weeks after Boxer’s memorial feast at night. The animals, worn-out from a long day’s work, would set themselves to rest by the peaceful quietness they experienced under the moonlight. When the animals in the stall were close to falling asleep, almost as sudden as the firing of a bullet, came Snowball, stepping out of the fog in great suspense. Yes, the traitor of Animalism, the renegade of the farm, the death-sworn enemy of Napoleon’s reign had come back to the place he once deserted. His return was just as bold as it was shocking for the animals: for the first few instants, no living creature present was able to express any sort of reaction. In an utterly rapid pace, however, they shifted their feeling to rage, and burst out altogether in his direction, seeking nothing less than his head ripped off. “Stop!”, ferociously yelled Muriel. “ Let’s hear him out first”, he added. 

“It is no surprise for me to encounter you, comrades, with such a deep disgust, fury and resentment for me. As well as I know Napoleon, I’m completely aware of what he is able to do in order to get his own way, to manipulate the truth and deceitfully unable others. You see, I was never a spy nor a traitor of Animal Farm; I didn’t come after refuge on neighbour farms; but, most importantly, I didn’t fight on the humans’ side, supporting them with tactical information and military power, in the Battle of the Cowshed. I, as a proud citizen of Animal Farm, fought with every drop of sweat, with every drop of blood… I gave it everything I had, and it cost me a lot, but I did it for a reason: knowing that I was making our dream come closer to reality. During my absence, I had my share of bad decisions, that I can’t deny. I was too embarrassed, or maybe frightened , to come back and contest the unmatched force of Napoleon. Therefore, I stayed hidden in the shadows, like a coward, observing you with a safe distance and, most horrible of all, letting you suffer in the hands of that filthy pig, feeling as voiceless as the masses. Nevertheless, over the course of the last weeks, I was mesmerized with the bravery shown by you all, opting to finally stand up and claim your rights, even if that may cost your life. That is why I came back. I believe in this cause, much like I did at first, when we took over Manor Farm. We, animals, deserve to be treated equally, to have access to healthy amounts of food and be entitled to happiness. I want you all to know that, if you’ll ever take me as your humble servant, your leader, I will lead the animal race to glory once again. Long live us, animals!”

A deafening silence took over the room, tensions ran high, and no one dared to disturb it for the next few minutes. “Long live us, animals.” , Benjamin started chanting. “Long live us, animals! Long live us, animals! Long live us, animals”, the rest continued. And, just like that, the new resistance was formed, alongside the prospect of a better world. 

[eeveecatda1]

(After the battle of cowshed)

my fave unbiological siblings

[joaomanuelcutolo]

Synopsis

We all know the tragic changing process that the animals witness in the Animal Farm, where it slowly transitions from a peaceful, equal, and hope-filled environment, to a dictatorship much alike Jone's. The growing abuse and manipulation that the lower-class animals suffer is sustained by Napoleon and the pigs' compelling speeches, meaningless arguments and made-up stories, that are just as convincing as fake. Had the animals trusted their guts and questioned the pigs, however, they might have realized the institutionalized unfairness and brutality that permeated Animal Farm. What if, coupled with Snowball's idealist values and intellect, the animals turned against Napoleon and organized a new rebellion, as to truly claim for their rights and at last achieve the long-lost dream of an equal farm, envisioned originally by Old Major. 

THE NEW REVOLUTION 

Three weeks flew by past Boxer’s banquet, but the pain was still fresh; the endless murmuring on the stall kept the animals up until late hours of the night, wondering in remorse what had happened to their good friend, Boxer. Benjamin and Muriel were, more than ever, fully convinced that he had been taken to be slaughtered - for he was no longer useful in the laborial duties to Napoleon -, but the great majority stood alongside Squealer and his version of the history. Only Clover was to be seen in cruel doubt as to what had truly happened. The sheep would most promptly bleat in distress, whenever the matter was brought up, accusing those who didn’t believe in Napoleon and his servants of traitors of the progress and Animalism altogether. “Comrades, do not be fooled by the sincerity and spark in Squealer’s eyes, with which he deviously persuades and manipulates you as pleased, mourning in mockery the death of our dearest friend, as he - and by that, I mean all of the authoritarians who run this place with no regard for animal life - deliberately sentenced Boxer to a horrendous death, as soon as he grew old, too old to be enslaved ahead of the workforce anymore.”, Benjamin passionately discoursed. 

“Don’t listen to him” , protested the sheep, “he… he… he is a…”, but that was about all they could say. That very night, all but the sheep hit the hay closer to the knowledge of the truth, and, for the first time, a feeling of animosity was held in the air toward Napoleon. The following days carried on uneventfully: the work on the windmill, the school and the crops was yet to be done, and clearly at a slower pace with the absence of Boxer’s tremendous strength and inspirational determination. The insatisfaction with the path that the farm was taking grew substantially over time. All of a sudden, Muriel and Benjamin were able to enlighten the animals' visions towards Napoleon's dictatorship and totalitarian acts. "Doesn't it seem a bit odd how the pigs have established privileges for themselves, disrespected the Commandments, and utterly altered the way we were supposed to live, the way Animalism was envisioned by Old Major? Yet, they were able to keep us all reigned in with such exceptional rhetoric in Squealer's speeches." preached Muriel in excitement. "What does all that even mean?" inquired some of the animals. "Comrades, open your eyes, we are living under the same oppression, under the same conditions, as we did in Jones' time! Our food is scarce, our fellow animals are slaughtered, we've worked non-stop for the last few years… And all for what? So that Napoleon keeps on living in the height of luxury, with unlimited food and beverage and absolute power over our community. Have you not, comrades, noticed how they've slowly altered the Commandments, adding bits to the agreed-upon laws so the pigs can get away with the constant harassment they enforce. This must come to an end!"

And, thus, the hype was created amongst the animals. The stall was then filled with euphoria, everyone chanted coordinately Muriel and Benjamin's names; the setting for an upcoming revolution had risen. However, there was still a missing piece: a leader was needed in order to complete the rebellion. 

Days went by, and as the rebellion remained yet stalled, the feeling of excitement grew stronger amongst the animals. Evidently, Muriel and Benjamin were the firsts to be taken into consideration for the job. Afterall, they’re not only the brightest living beings in the farm, but were also the idealists of the New Rebellion, as it was being called. However, they personally refused the proposition, as they claimed it did not match their values: “We’ve all seen what unrestricted power with no mediation forces can do to the integrity of an animal, and I dread the same might very well happen to Muriel or me, if under such title”, explained Benjamin. While being a very noble reason, it didn’t bring any comfort to the other animals. Their savior was, regardless, closer than they could have ever thought. 

It happened precisely three weeks after Boxer’s memorial feast at night. The animals, worn-out from a long day’s work, would set themselves to rest by the peaceful quietness they experienced under the moonlight. When the animals in the stall were close to falling asleep, almost as sudden as the firing of a bullet, came Snowball, stepping out of the fog in great suspense. Yes, the traitor of Animalism, the renegade of the farm, the death-sworn enemy of Napoleon’s reign had come back to the place he once deserted. His return was just as bold as it was shocking for the animals: for the first few instants, no living creature present was able to express any sort of reaction. In an utterly rapid pace, however, they shifted their feeling to rage, and burst out altogether in his direction, seeking nothing less than his head ripped off. “Stop!”, ferociously yelled Muriel. “ Let’s hear him out first”, he added. 

“It is no surprise for me to encounter you, comrades, with such a deep disgust, fury and resentment for me. As well as I know Napoleon, I’m completely aware of what he is able to do in order to get his own way, to manipulate the truth and deceitfully unable others. You see, I was never a spy nor a traitor of Animal Farm; I didn’t come after refuge on neighbour farms; but, most importantly, I didn’t fight on the humans’ side, supporting them with tactical information and military power, in the Battle of the Cowshed. I, as a proud citizen of Animal Farm, fought with every drop of sweat, with every drop of blood… I gave it everything I had, and it cost me a lot, but I did it for a reason: knowing that I was making our dream come closer to reality. During my absence, I had my share of bad decisions, that I can’t deny. I was too embarrassed, or maybe frightened , to come back and contest the unmatched force of Napoleon. Therefore, I stayed hidden in the shadows, like a coward, observing you with a safe distance and, most horrible of all, letting you suffer in the hands of that filthy pig, feeling as voiceless as the masses. Nevertheless, over the course of the last weeks, I was mesmerized with the bravery shown by you all, opting to finally stand up and claim your rights, even if that may cost your life. That is why I came back. I believe in this cause, much like I did at first, when we took over Manor Farm. We, animals, deserve to be treated equally, to have access to healthy amounts of food and be entitled to happiness. I want you all to know that, if you’ll ever take me as your humble servant, your leader, I will lead the animal race to glory once again. Long live us, animals!”

A deafening silence took over the room, tensions ran high, and no one dared to disturb it for the next few minutes. “Long live us, animals.” , Benjamin started chanting. “Long live us, animals! Long live us, animals! Long live us, animals”, the rest continued. And, just like that, the new resistance was formed, alongside the prospect of a better world. 

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Comparators - Whitaker

Animal Farm is a famous book by George Orwell- It had introduced many characters and events of the story to which many people found meanings and allegories to the things going on during the time it was written, considering its notoriety lots have noticed them and continue to despite its old age.

People always compare the characters to the actions of real-life people but some tend to forget that the events share the same importance when comparing to real life- an example would be the animal rebellion or so called in the book “The Battle of the Cowshed” is explained to be the turning point for the animals which is the allegory is the Russian(or Bolshevik) revolution of 1917 that resulted in a more oppressive, totalitarian, and deadly government than the previous one- making Tsar Nicholas II, the last Russian emperor,  a model for Mr. Jones.

Things are almost always happening in the book and the amount of events that have happened are truly noteworthy as it is to admire, I am sure he would have many other things to worry and do during the time but just like Snowball’s escape from Napoleon’s dogs, which is suspected to symbolize Trotsky' exile and death by Stalin, to fit in his story as real and fiction- there are many things to still see.

Animal Farm will be talked about and most likely be forgotten when new problems and new solutions come up, making solved problems irrelevant. But that won't happen until a few hundred years go by or more depending on how we grow as a society and I am sure people will make books like this one in the future. George Orwell told us what he perceived when he was there and made personalities from ideas and names from icons- he had made Animal Farm a symbol of his time and effort to make it this far and tell us a story.

Ref:

https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/a/animal-farm/critical-essays/the-russian-revolution

https://www.preceden.com/timelines/35060-animal-farm-russian-revolution

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Porky Blinders

Since the beginning of time pigs have always been way smarter than humans. But they had to hide their intelligence. It was all a part of a well elaborated plan to make the humans underestimate them so they could attack and quickly take them down, surprising them. They had planned to create an empire… of pigs. Therefore, they found a farm with humans stupid enough to eat and drink all day instead of paying attention to the animals. 

The pigs have always been poor, so they simply made their way up  life through organized crime. They robbed banks, took down companies and planned to murder everyone who got in their way. They wanted the whole animal world who took them for granted to fear their names, Napoleon, Snowball, Squealer and  Old Major. What would have happened behind the curtains in the animal farm? 

Beatriz Stanisci and Carolina Baiardi

Chapter 1: 

In a world where pigs were smarter than humans, there was nothing left to do except hide that intelligence. However, Old Major saw potential in taking advantage of the fact that they were underestimated, soon finding a group of pigs eager to make a change: Napoleon, Snowball and Squealer. They had the mind of a genius and impressive competence. Exactly what a job like this required.  If you saw them in the streets, you would be shocked, as every single one of them had a cold expression and scary eyes. Their main goal was to take down and conquer a farm, in which Old Major was already infiltrated. 

A place where animals were treated horribly and humans stupid enough to not pay attention to what was happening. It seemed like the perfect place to work with. Their main plan was to create an army with all the animals and convincing them to attack humans and take down the farm. 

Old Major was very persuasive. Enough to get through their heads and start the movement of animalism. Convincing the whole community that they were mistreated and that humans were enemies. They even came up with commandments, such as forbidding them to ever resemble humankind, and with meetings. They were a very furious and determined group overall. Their first battle was near. They were ready and stronger than ever. The animals waited, anxiously, for a command, which was quickly given by the pigs. The battle of the Cowshed had started. That was the day of revolution.

After bloody moments of war, animals were hurt, places were destroyed but they only held victory in their eyes. From that moment forward, the now ‘animal farm’ would stand, of course, before the pigs wishes. They finally got their so wanted empire and were willing to kill for it. And they did. 

However, in the middle of this fervent dispute the animals lost one of their most beloved leaders. Old Major had passed and was now looking down at the pigs and hoping that his legacy would be honored. 

Chapter 2:

Now that the pigs had finally gotten what they wanted, a farm to call their own, it didn’t take long for them to show their superiority amongst the animals. When the topic was food, it was more than obvious that the pigs would have to eat to feed their superior knowledge. When it came down to working, the animal were tricked into thinking that they would be rewarded after the hard work, they even thought they had a supporter, who stood up for them and was their voice upon the pigs. Little did they knew that Snowball was simply stabbing them in the back the whole time. He pretended to take on their problems and fight for them , however he had no real interest in helping any of the animals in that farm. All he wanted was to gain the confidence of most animals and form his own army to conquer the world. 

On the other hand, Napoleon had the same dream. But he didn’t want to work for anybody, so Old Major was a big obstacle in his way that he needed to get rid of. He didn't want only the farm for the pigs, he wanted the farm for him alone. He had a bright mind, so the battle and the chaos seemed like the perfect scenario for an undercover murder. He ambushed Old Major and attacked him, but was disturbed by Squealer calling him, so he left the victim still warm on the ground, but what Napoleon didn’t notice was that his plan hadn’t succeeded. 

Old Major managed to hide behind a bush and fled the farm on the first opportunity, he was therefore considered dead. A hero of the battle of the Cowshed. 

Squealer and Napoleon seemed devastated by his death but Snowball wasn’t fooled, something was wrong. Behind the fat pig tears, a grin could be spotted. 

Chapter 3: 

Snowball was still very suspicious. How can a brilliant genius die in such a predictable way? By just simply passing away? He might had been the oldest of them, but still has amazing health. He knew something was wrong. But what? 

He was sure he had to be smart, smarter than ever in that moment. He could not trust no one. Napoleon could figure it out and it would be all a waste. Then Snowball thought ‘What is the worst it could happen if i confronted him?" And he did. But he didn't know he would be making the mistake of his life. 

- Look I am not doubting your integrity or innocence, but did you had something to do with Old Major's passing? -  Snowball started. 

- Snowball, I know you were very loyal to Old Major and must be very devastated, but accusing Napoleon isn't going to bring him back, you gotta move on. And for all I care, Napoleon is now the leader so please humble yourself before questioning him -  said Squealer confidently. 

- Thank you for the bright words Squealer - Napoleon proceeded - but I don't need someone to fight my own battles. As for you, Snowball, I am the leader and the smarter, Old Major was simply a burden, I bet he was way too old to even react when he was attacked. 

- Look Napoleon, don't get me wrong, hold on, and how do you know he was attacked, for all I heard his body disappeared.

- That’s strike two Snowball, now you better back off - Napoleon replied.

- No!!! I can't believe you did it, you are leader now only because of Old Major, and you choose to stab him in the back, stab all of us in the back! - Snowball yelled. 

- Don't act like you weren't manipulating all of them as well! And your so called leader did even worst! If im being honest, I did the best for all of us. Getting rid of that old fat pig!!! - Napoleon continues, his voice full of rage -  And thats strike three Snowball, now you are banned. I better not see you anymore and I won't hesitate to kill you if I do! I seriously thought you were smarter. You and everybody else must learn that no one stands in my way or doubts anything I say. I am your boss for now and forever. So unless you don't want to end up like you dear old friend Old Major, I suggest you get the hell out of my sight!!! - Napoleon then calls the dogs who drag Snowball away. 

- You won't get away with it, soon your mask will fade and they will destroy you like they did to the humans! - Snowball yells from a distance.

Squealer then comes up to Napoleon: 

- Master, are you sure this is necessary?

- Do you wanna be next? - The ambitious pig answers coldly. 

Chapter 4: 

Even after expelled, Snowball still had rage in his eyes, and the eager for justice he once had is now turned into hunger for revenge, not only for himself but also for his true leader. 

What he didn't know is that Old Major actually was able to escape and was healed from the wounds. And he had moved to a mountain nearby. Snowball had a rough path, filled with dirty roads, cold nights and burning walks. He was exhausted and almost giving up. Until one windy morning, when he saw on the top of a cliff an animal, well, actually a pig, looking at the distance. 

Snowball thought he was fooled by his eyes since he was looking directly at Old Major. Alive and well. He ran up the hill and it really was him. The old pig seemed depressed, as he thought he failed to accomplish his life long plan, a bandage could be seen near his stomach, probably still recovering from the attack. 

The tired pig couldn’t be more relieved. He finally saw hope to his so called revenge plan. Old Major did seem tired and sad, but fierce still lived in his eyes. They automatically teamed up and eventually agreed with a strategy. They planned to murder both Napoleon and Squealer, as well as freeing the animals who were trapped in the ruler’s power. 

Still in that rainy night they gathered all the stuff needed to complete the task with success. And with great courage and determination, they left the hiding spot. 

As the storm got bigger, they got closer. When suddenly, out of curiosity, Snowball asked:

- So, Old Major, why did you united all of us that time?

- I guess I just didn’t want to be a useless and disgusting pig my whole life, I knew I was smart and had potential to rule. And in the moment I met you, I knew you did to - Major replied. 

- I'm sorry it didn’t work out, no one was expecting Napoleon to just back stab us all on the back - Snowball added. 

After analyzing the situation, Old Major took a deep breath before answering: 

- I'm afraid this is my fault, I was so tired of being underestimated that I ended up underestimating you three. Well, I guess we have arrived. 

They both stood behind the dark gates of the farm. That was their shot, and they were ready. 

Chapter 5: 

After entering the farm, they headed straight to the main house where the pigs were sleeping. Both with bombs in hand, which they installed and all there was left to do was to press one single button. And as quick as a heart beat, the house was in flames up to the sky and falling to the ground, and everyone inside were dead. 

What both of them weren’t expecting was the fire to reach that far out, burning down a small part of the forest they were hiding and causing a tree to loose its balance and fall, crashing both of them to death. 

That was the end, a backfired plan which was completed, all of the pigs were taken down. 

In the next morning, the animals woken up to chaos, the farm almost completely destroyed and 4 pigs burned. Some questioned, some celebrated, but the empire of the pigs was over, or so they thought. 

There will be no moment in life where someone isn’t trying to gain more power, is a circle waiting to be continued…animal farm wasn’t counting with a new group, of ducks this time, small but capable of destroying a whole country.