Years passed. The seasons came and went; the short animal lives fled by. Mr. Jones had passed away in a nursing home. The memories of the rebellion and those who nobly fought for it had long passed from the minds of the animals. The few who remembered it where old and frail. Napoleon and the pigs continued to tyrannically rule, taking all the food for themselves while they did no work to deserve it. These were dark times for Animal Farm.
One fateful morning while the animals were out in the field they heard a great commotion followed by a squeal that pierced the crisp morning air. The animals rushed to see what had made the noise. Upon reaching the origin of the noise they were greeted by a sight that caused their little animals hearts to swell with joy. There before them stood, on all four legs rather than two, Snowball followed by an army of animals from numerous farms across the country. One particular animal, a young piglet, was holding the original Animal Farm flag in his mouth. The squeal had come from Squealer who, being so fat, had a hard time moving had tried to warn the other pigs of the intruders, but it was no use considering the other pigs were enjoying themselves with the
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Upon saying this he rushed into the parlour and rammed straight into the nearest human knocking him unconscious. Seeing the rest of the group stunned he gave a loud squeal signaling the rest of the animals. As the animals stormed the parlour the other pigs and humans realized what was happening, they were being attacked. Mass chaos broke out as the animals began to run, fight, and make noise all at the same time. After a very intense battle only Mr. Pilkington, Napoleon, and few pigs remained. “Get them comrades, but leave Napoleon for me!” barked Snowball. The animals chased Mr. Pilkington and the other pigs out of the