Benjamin:
Frederick and Napoleon have signed an agreement. Napoleon is giving the whole timber pile over to Frederick...
At first Frederick wanted to give the money on a piece of paper called a cheque. Napoleon said that the money would have to be given in real 5 pound notes.
Whymper has come running down the driveway!! Apparently the bank notes had been forgery! Old Frederick had gotten away with a pile of free timber.
A while later 15 men with guns from Foxwood Farm. They opened fire as soon as the animals came forward. They were soon driven back, and several animals were already wounded. A few pigeons were sent with a note to Pilkington's farm asking for help, but the reply letter said "Serves you right!". Meanwhile the men had stopped at the windmill, and 2 started pounding on it. The other animals thought that they were going to knock the windmill down, but I knew... They were going to pack blasting powder into the hole, and blow our work to the skies. We all fell to the ground at the deafening roar, but as the smoke cleared we saw that the windmill was not there. We were furious! We ran toward them with vengeance. A cow, 3 sheep, and 2 geese were killed in the fight. With all of us on one side, and the 9 huge, fierce dogs on the other, the men began to panic. The fled away, and we all limped back to the farm yard, weary and bleeding.
When we heard the somber boom of the gun we were stunned! Why was the gun firing? Squealer came skipping over, and told us it was to celebrate our victory. I think Boxer was a little disgusted, and felt a bit defeated. His hoof was cracked, lost a shoe, and had at least 132 bullets lodged in his hind leg. The windmill was ruined, but we still held the men back, so I guess we sort of did win the battle...
The dead animals were given a solemn funeral, and 2 days were filled with congratulatory speeches.
When we heard the somber boom of the gun we were stunned! Why was the gun firing? Squealer came skipping over, and told us it was to celebrate our victory. I think Boxer was a little disgusted, and felt a bit defeated. His hoof was cracked, lost a shoe, and had at least 132 bullets lodged in his hind leg. The windmill was ruined, but we still held the men back, so I guess we sort of did win the battle...
The dead animals were given a solemn funeral, and 2 days were filled with congratulatory speeches.
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