Natalie Hull

Ms. Rogers
English 12
11 September 2015

Chapter VI- Boxer

We worked like slaves that year, though no one was willing to complain. We knew what
we were doing was for the greater good, only helping ourselves and sustaining the farm. That
was more important than any of our individual wants or concerns. We didn't complain when
Napoleon said we were to work Sundays as well, he knew best and his word should be obeyed.
We ran into trouble trying to build the windmill, none of the animals were strong enough and the
stone was too strong to break. A system was devised where the rocks would be pulled up the
quarry and dropped off, hopefully shattering upon impact with the ground. It was tedious work
and often I was the one who managed to get the rock upon the hill. It often seemed like I was
stronger than the rest of the animals combined, but I mustn't think that way, I am of no special
importance. Clover kept warning me to be careful, I think she was worried about me
overworking myself, but I could not listen to her. I will worker harder. Napoleon is always right.
I repeated this to myself and to anyone who questioned why I worked so hard. Why the rest of
the animals did not share my sentiments I will never understand. I felt the need to make up for
their lack of dedication so I asked the morning cockerel to wake me earlier than the others so I
could begin doing the work that needed to be accomplished; not for my own conscious, but for
the good of the farm and Napoleon. During these weeks of labor, I noticed the animals of the

farm began to display feelings of unease and questioning the authority of Napoleon. I ignored
them, there was work to be done and Napoleon was always right. I noticed one night that the pigs
were absent from the barn, according to the animals they had moved into the farmhouse. Many
of the animals felt uncomfortable with this transition. I did not mind it, the pigs were under
Napoleon and he was always right. I would not question it. Clover was concerned and stared at
the seven commandments written on the wall for a great deal of time. Why she bothered, I could
not understand, Napoleons judgement was not to be questioned. Soon thereafter our windmill
had been destroyed. All my handwork for nothing, the long hours and strenuous work had been
destroyed. Napoleon exclaimed mightily that Snowball was to blame and placed a death sentence
of the pig. Snowball was the culprit, he must die, Napoleon is right, he is always right.