After reading this whole book and observing more about Clover, I feel that Clover is a very gentle and kind horse, she also has a very motherly figure in the farm. Clover is also very caring and loving.
Whenever I think of Clover, the first thing that comes into my mind is her being caring and concerned for Boxer's health and the other animals on the farm, so I think Clover uphold the value, Showing Care and Concern. She also lives a healthy and gracious lifestyle.
To me Clover examplifies this because as shown in the book, Chapter 1, Clover made a sort of wall around the ducklings that had lost their mother, giving them comfort and letting them nestle down inside it.
When Boxer had fallen on his side at the windmill, she stayed with him and she was somehow the first one to get to him and asked him how he was. Also, she had instructed the animals to go and get Squealer.
Another incident when Boxer was suffering from a split hoof and still continued working, she kept urging Boxer to lessen his work load as she was concerned for his health. Even though he would not listen to her, she would still help him treat the wound with poultices of herbs and by chewing it.
Clover seems to care about Boxer a lot and cares for mostly everyone in the farm. By doing this, Clover is also practising good habits, setting a good example to the other animals and living a gracious lifestyle. She is a good role model and I think we should learn to adopt the same habit and behaviour she has, showing care and concern to others.
Thursday 25 August 2011
Entry 4: Was It Better Or Worse Than In Mr Jones Days?
Dear Diary,
Many years have passed, seasons passed and the farm seemed to be prosperous.The windmill is already built, Boxer must be so proud of us animals that pulled through. It has been many since Boxer's death, I doubt anybody has forgotten him. He was an inspiration and a great role model in Animal Farm. Benjamin and I are getting old. Animals seemed to say I have changed, I am a old stout mare now, I may not seem like the perfect horse like before but I still have the same personality as before. Life is different in Animal Farm now, it felt more laborious and miserable.
In the first rebellion, where Old Major had told us the blasphemy of men, he had stated 7 rules for the Rebellion.
1) Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
2) Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
3) No animal shall wear clothes.
4) No animal shall sleep in a bed.
5) No animal shall drink alcohol.
6) No animal shall kill any other animal.
7) All animals are equal.
Old Major had warned us NEVER to adopt man's vices. That Rebellion have been achieved. In my opinion, I feel that the Rebellion has turned back to our normal lives were Jones had the rightful hand of the farm again. Our lives now seems to be full of slavery, misery, leading a laborious lifestyle, and great hunger among us animals- except for the pigs.
Things have changed, 'Beasts Of England' tune has been banned and it was the song that lead us to our first Rebellion. Pigs were drinking alcohol, engaging trade with humans, sleeping in a bed and had killed comrades. Recently, days ago, Benjamin, the other animals that lived on the farm and I have witnessed a nightmare. Pigs and Man. We could not seem to differentiate them from each other. Squealer have taught the sheep a new song 'Four legs good, two legs better!' That is despicable. We were never allowed to walk on two legs! Until the pigs changed that rule! It was an evening when I was on my way back to the farm after work, I saw a pig walking on it's hind legs! It was Squealer. Moments later, out of the farmhouse, came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs and Napoleon, the 'leader', was carrying a whip in his hand! Napoleon ruled the farm with fear, controlling every single thing. Everyone feared Napoleon, he was known for getting everything his way. During the 'parade' of the pigs walking in two legs, the sheep bleated tremendously, 'Four legs good, two legs better!'
Wasn't this against the rules? Confused, I nuzzled Benjamin, leading him towards the big barn, where the seven commandments were written. To me, it seemed that the seven commandments have changed in the past few years. When we were at the big barn, it seemed different. I asked Benjamin, what was written down on the wall of the big barn,
but only few words that he had read was: 'All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal then others.' At first, this seemed weird, but the next day, Benjamin and I did not find it weird because all the pigs supervising the farm were carrying whips in their trotters. First it started with the pigs carrying whips in their trotters, gradually, they arranged to install a telephone. Napoleon would usually be seen with a pipe in his mouth while strolling in the farmhouse garden and slowly he started wearing clothes.
Sometimes I would wonder in my mind, was this what Old Major really saw in his dream or was this a nightmare happening. It seemed that Old Benjamin was now the oldest and the wisest among the animals in the farm.
Just a night ago, us, animals had seen with our own eyes that the pigs had invited farmers from the neighboring farms to make a tour of inspection. We were all working diligently at the turnip field. In the evening, when our work was done, we were stricken with curiosity to hear the unknown sounds coming from the farmhouse. We crept toward the farmhouse garden and after passing the gate, I led the way in. We tiptoed up to the house and saw many farmers sitting at a long table with the pigs playing a game of cards. The pigs were associating with the men! They were adopting their vices and are starting to behave exactly like men. When we looked into the farmhouse again, it seemed that we could not differentiate the pigs from men. It was bad enough.
I felt angry, cheated, upset and disappointed. At the start of the Rebellion, we -all animals, including the pigs- had agreed that ALL animals are equal and would be equal forever. The pigs have been treating us as a minority and themselves as a majority! It is not fair. I somehow feel that there is a need for another Rebellion! Against the pigs, overthrowing them and showing them that they have not done what is right and is not fair. Like how we managed to overthrow Mr Jones! I am looking forward to that and I am wishing someone would take the leadership role with me to stand against the pigs and start another REBELLION.
Determine, Furious
Signing Off,
Clover <3
Many years have passed, seasons passed and the farm seemed to be prosperous.The windmill is already built, Boxer must be so proud of us animals that pulled through. It has been many since Boxer's death, I doubt anybody has forgotten him. He was an inspiration and a great role model in Animal Farm. Benjamin and I are getting old. Animals seemed to say I have changed, I am a old stout mare now, I may not seem like the perfect horse like before but I still have the same personality as before. Life is different in Animal Farm now, it felt more laborious and miserable.
In the first rebellion, where Old Major had told us the blasphemy of men, he had stated 7 rules for the Rebellion.
1) Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
2) Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
3) No animal shall wear clothes.
4) No animal shall sleep in a bed.
5) No animal shall drink alcohol.
6) No animal shall kill any other animal.
7) All animals are equal.
Old Major had warned us NEVER to adopt man's vices. That Rebellion have been achieved. In my opinion, I feel that the Rebellion has turned back to our normal lives were Jones had the rightful hand of the farm again. Our lives now seems to be full of slavery, misery, leading a laborious lifestyle, and great hunger among us animals- except for the pigs.
Things have changed, 'Beasts Of England' tune has been banned and it was the song that lead us to our first Rebellion. Pigs were drinking alcohol, engaging trade with humans, sleeping in a bed and had killed comrades. Recently, days ago, Benjamin, the other animals that lived on the farm and I have witnessed a nightmare. Pigs and Man. We could not seem to differentiate them from each other. Squealer have taught the sheep a new song 'Four legs good, two legs better!' That is despicable. We were never allowed to walk on two legs! Until the pigs changed that rule! It was an evening when I was on my way back to the farm after work, I saw a pig walking on it's hind legs! It was Squealer. Moments later, out of the farmhouse, came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs and Napoleon, the 'leader', was carrying a whip in his hand! Napoleon ruled the farm with fear, controlling every single thing. Everyone feared Napoleon, he was known for getting everything his way. During the 'parade' of the pigs walking in two legs, the sheep bleated tremendously, 'Four legs good, two legs better!'
Wasn't this against the rules? Confused, I nuzzled Benjamin, leading him towards the big barn, where the seven commandments were written. To me, it seemed that the seven commandments have changed in the past few years. When we were at the big barn, it seemed different. I asked Benjamin, what was written down on the wall of the big barn,
but only few words that he had read was: 'All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal then others.' At first, this seemed weird, but the next day, Benjamin and I did not find it weird because all the pigs supervising the farm were carrying whips in their trotters. First it started with the pigs carrying whips in their trotters, gradually, they arranged to install a telephone. Napoleon would usually be seen with a pipe in his mouth while strolling in the farmhouse garden and slowly he started wearing clothes.
Sometimes I would wonder in my mind, was this what Old Major really saw in his dream or was this a nightmare happening. It seemed that Old Benjamin was now the oldest and the wisest among the animals in the farm.
Just a night ago, us, animals had seen with our own eyes that the pigs had invited farmers from the neighboring farms to make a tour of inspection. We were all working diligently at the turnip field. In the evening, when our work was done, we were stricken with curiosity to hear the unknown sounds coming from the farmhouse. We crept toward the farmhouse garden and after passing the gate, I led the way in. We tiptoed up to the house and saw many farmers sitting at a long table with the pigs playing a game of cards. The pigs were associating with the men! They were adopting their vices and are starting to behave exactly like men. When we looked into the farmhouse again, it seemed that we could not differentiate the pigs from men. It was bad enough.
I felt angry, cheated, upset and disappointed. At the start of the Rebellion, we -all animals, including the pigs- had agreed that ALL animals are equal and would be equal forever. The pigs have been treating us as a minority and themselves as a majority! It is not fair. I somehow feel that there is a need for another Rebellion! Against the pigs, overthrowing them and showing them that they have not done what is right and is not fair. Like how we managed to overthrow Mr Jones! I am looking forward to that and I am wishing someone would take the leadership role with me to stand against the pigs and start another REBELLION.
Determine, Furious
Signing Off,
Clover <3
Entry 3: Heartbroken and Lonely
Dear Diary,
Boxer is gone.
He is gone for real.
He is dead, I cannot accept that news. My companion, my mate, my friend and my soul mate. This is impossible. How will the farm survive without him? Squealer had just announced Boxer’s death, saying he had died ‘peacefully’ in the hospital at Willingdon. Boxer was said to receive every attention a horse could have but unfortunately he had died, but something tells me that Squealer was speaking blasphemy. So many things were happening and I am now all alone without Boxer. I do not who know who to believe and what to do.
Life was tough and laborious. Despite the cold and harsh weather and the shortage of food, all of us animals, except for the pigs, worked hard and pulled through the winter to finish the windmill. There was more and more trading and more of the reduction of food. However, we kept persevering and pressing on through the winter. Squealer gave long and convincing speeches for Napoleon and now, every once a week, we would have a Spontaneous Demonstration as Napoleon had said. Things have changed drastically ever since the Rebellion. Our lives have never been harder than ever.
Throughout all these, my mate, Boxer has shown great determination and perseverance. He would work from dawn till dusk! He never took a break and never complained. Even though Boxer seemed to be a great role model to all my fellow comrades, worrying thought came to my mind every time I thought about Boxer. He has been working harder than usual on the windmill. It seemed harder and tougher for him as he had a split hoof and was limping. Every evening, my dearest Boxer would privately admit to me that his split hoof had troubled him a great deal. Benjamin and I would continuously tell him to lessen his work load and to take a break as his lungs would not last any longer if he continued pushing himself to work really hard. He would refuse listening to us and insisted on working harder then before and saying that his last and only wish was to see the windmill well under way before he reached the age of retirement. Hence, the only thing I could do for Boxer was to treat his hoof by chewing poultices with herbs and giving them to him.
Just 5 days ago, when working hours had long passed, I was on the farm when two pigeons came racing in exclaiming at the top of their lungs, saying that Boxer had fallen on his side and was unable to get up! Concerned, about half the animals on the farm came racing out! Boxer had said that his lung was the main cause of it, as it was getting weaker. The only thing I could think of was to report to Squealer and the pigs about what had happened. The other animals had all ran to report to Squealer while me and Benjamin had stayed by Boxer’s side. After what seemed like forever, Squealer came, looking concerned and full of sympathy. He had said Napoleon had made arrangements to send Boxer to the hospital in Willingdon. I felt rather uncomfortable about sending Boxer there.
Boxer had been resting for the next two days and was given medicine by the pigs. I had been working at the windmill at midday, suddenly I heard Old Benjamin braying at the top of his voice saying Boxer is being taken away. Suddenly Benjamin then exclaimed that the van he was in was stated ‘Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and Glue-Boiler, Willingdon…’ My heart jumped upon hearing what Benjamin had said! I cannot let them take away my dearest Boxer!! I pursued the van and scream at the top of my voice telling Boxer to get out. He seemed to have understood and started kicking tremendously to break free from the van, but slowly, the kicking grew fainter and fainter, and eventually it died. That was very last time I was my companion and my mate, Boxer.
Days after the incident, Squealer came expressing his sorrows for Boxer and what he had said and how he died, also saying that Boxer was never sent to the knackers.. Napoleon gave a short speech and the pigs left.
I felt lonely, heartbroken and I missed Boxer dearly. Why does Boxer have to leave me? If only he had listened, he wouldn’t have gone away! Boxer, oh, Boxer! My heart is yearning for him. I feel like a part of me has been torn away.
I am hoping Boxer is now in a better place where it is not laborious and full of misery like in Animal Farm. I miss him so dearly.
Heartbroken.
Signing Off,
Clover <3
Tuesday 9 August 2011
Entry 2: Was this what we really aimed for?
Dear Diary,
It is winter now. Ever since Snowball was chased out, Napoleon ruled the farm with a strict hand. Things have changed drastically. Recently, Napoleon’s dogs have killed animals. I thought I remembered it was said that "No animal shall kill any other animal" but instead it read "No animal shall kill any other animal without cause". This what had just happened a day ago.
Napoleon had called every animal to assemble at the yard. I found it rather strange as Napoleon rarely called for meetings and Squealer is usually helping deliver and persuade the announcements to us, animals. When everyone had gathered at the yard, Napoleon appeared out of the farmhouse with his nine dogs frisking round him and uttering growls that sent shivers down our spines. Upon seeing the dogs, we crouched silently in fear. Everyone was rather expecting something terrible to happen.
Out of the blue, Napoleon suddenly gave a high-pitched whimper, huge dogs then pounced unto the four pigs and with very little effort, dragged them to Napoleon's feet. Their ears were bleeding! Three of them then flung themselves upon Boxer for protection. After some drama, Napoleon suddenly proclaimed to the pigs to confess their crimes!
The four pigs had confessed that they had been in touch with Snowball and they had all worked together with him to destroy the windmill. At that very moment, the dogs then literally tore their throats out! And Napoleon then demanded that any other animal who had other crimes to confess! That was when the killing had started! Animals would confess their crimes and the dogs immediately attacked them and slaughtered them on the spot, at that very moment.
This had continued until every animal had nothing more to say. At the yard, lay many corpses of animals that confessed their crimes. The atmosphere was tense and anxious. No one spoke and everyone was in shock. The air was filled with the heavy scent of blood. There was only a handful of animals left alive. There was nothing we could do or say to turn this whole situation around and bring our dead comrades back to life. Hence, we just crept away from in a body, leaving the pigs, the dogs and that bloody yard.
I was astounded, shocked, upset, any word that could describe this empty feeling. Sadness flooded my heart. Ever since the expulsion of Jones, no animal had killed any other animal, until this very fateful day. All of us had nothing to say. Muriel, Benjamin, the cows, the sheep, a whole flock of geese and hens, mostly everyone had huddled together around me. Not speaking. I couldn't think of anything except of what that had just happened. All I could think of was, this is NOT was we had aimed for before the Rebellion had taken place... Slaughter was not what we looked forward to.. Everyone would protect each and every animal that got hurt. I do not know why, we now do not have that courage to speak our minds out and stand up for what we believe in.. I lacked the words to express my thoughts at that time.. The only thing I could do was to start humming the tune, "Beasts Of England" Just at that time, Squealer came forth saying that very hymn that brought us hope was forbidden in this farm.What was happening, this is not what the Rebellion was about, right? Then why is things turning out like this?
Disappointed, Upset and Lost
Signing Off,
Clover <3
Monday 8 August 2011
United As One! REBELLION!
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| UNITED AS ONE AGAINST MR JONES! |
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| OLD MAJOR |
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| Napoleon |
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| Snowball |
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| Squealer |
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| Boxer & Benjamin |
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| Benjamin |
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| Bluebell, Pitcher and Jessie |
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| Muriel |
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| Sheep: "Two Legs BAD, Four Legs GOOD!" |
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| Ducks |
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| Geese |
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| Mollie |
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| Cat |
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| Moses, the tame Raven |
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| The Cows |
The Seven Commandments:
During the meeting, Old Major had mentioned the 7 commandments which are supposed to stand forever in this farm!
1. Whatever goes upon TWO LEGS is an ENEMY.
2. Whatever goes upon FOUR LEGS is a FRIEND.
3. NO ANIMAL shall WEAR CLOTHES.
4. NO ANIMAL shall SLEEP IN A BED.
5. NO ANIMAL shall DRINK ALCOHOL.
6. NO ANIMAL shall KILL ANY OTHER ANIMAL.
7. ALL ANIMALS are EQUAL.
1. Whatever goes upon TWO LEGS is an ENEMY.
2. Whatever goes upon FOUR LEGS is a FRIEND.
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| Two Legs BAD, Four Legs GOOD. |
3. NO ANIMAL shall WEAR CLOTHES.
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| FORBIDDEN! |
4. NO ANIMAL shall SLEEP IN A BED.
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| FORBIDDEN!! |
5. NO ANIMAL shall DRINK ALCOHOL.
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| No animal is to drink alcohol |
6. NO ANIMAL shall KILL ANY OTHER ANIMAL.
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| No animal shall kill another animal! |
7. ALL ANIMALS are EQUAL.
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