Chapter 11

Jackson Follrath

Jasmine Guillot

Chapter 11

The name Animal Farm stood in distance, with its name now a past recollection; and its true significance and dream gone. Napoleon proclaimed that the farm be named Manor Farm, the prior name of the farm which was ruled by the tyrant Mr. Jones. Board by board, the name Animal Farm was removed from the entrance, removing the symbolism of the rebellion and Old Major’s teachings. Manor farm was slowly written in its place, its white paint dripping in the rain. Next, the seven commandments were reduced to only one; “all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.” A sense of acceptance washed over the animals; Animal Farm was over.

Napoleon walked out. Two hooves arrogantly walked forward; he really had become a human. Behind him, two humans walked out, both wearing a smug look on their face. 

“Thank you for the business Mr. Napoleon.” The human on his right said.

Napoleon replied with the best smile a pig could muster. “It is always my pleasure gentlemen.”

Suddenly, an angry squeal erupted from his mouth. “What are you looking at animals? Get back to work!”

Hurriedly, the other animals obligated. They were all very hungry and tired. Many collapsed on the ground, whimpering and crying for food. All were forced to work until next day; Napoleon planned to trade much of the harvest tomorrow.

Napoleon saw that many animals collapsed on the ground. Again, an angry squeal was released from his mouth. This time though, a dog’s bark was heard in the background. The animals quickly got to their feet, but it was too late. Viciously, the dog jumped on one of the goats and started biting it. Blood was splattered on the ground.

 It was very silent in the background that wind could be heard rushing through ancient evergreens, a stream that was splashing along a sandy bank, and baby birds who were asking for food.

    “Get to work now!”, Napoleon scream.
    “No!” and with that the animals flung themselves upon Napoleon. Shrieks of pain could be heard from amidst the movement. After continuous blows, Napoleon was pronounced dead.
    In unison, the animals triumphantly yelled “For Animal Farm!” Napoleon was dead and they were free at last.

The animals stared at Napoleon's cold and still body in complete silence and awe. None of them could say anything; they were too overwhelmed with what they did. Then all of a sudden, Walter, the old pig, spoke up and said,

“Well are you guys just going to stand here and look at it or help get rid of it?”

The rest of the animals looked at him as if he said something stupid. Walter looked back at them, as they did not move.  

“Don’t look at me! Clover, place your head under his back and pick him up; goats, go under him and lay his legs on top of you; other pigs, help me pick up his feet.”

The animals did what Walter said and picked him up gracefully. The animals saw the lake across the farm and decided to throw him in there. They carried his dead body until they reached the lake and threw him in there. As they saw Napoleon’s body all the way down in the lake, the animals wondered what they were going to do next now they do not have to take orders from anyone anymore.

As the animals gathered back to the farm, they now realized that they no longer have to take orders or be part of a monarchy. The animals decided to keep Animal Farm, but not as a place to make the animals slaves but for the animals to make plans so that there would not be another tyrant trying to take over. Their new leader was Clover, the older horse who set the rules fair for this group of animals and for the next generations.