Before long, almost everything was in the hands of the enemy! Even Napoleon was at a loss!
Even so, I continued fighting valiantly, determined not to let Frederick and his men take over our farm.
OUCH! I screeched suddenly. There was a sharp pain in my foot. I cringed. I had split my hoof while kicking the men! However, there was nothing I could do at the moment. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue fighting. However, the men had already surrounded our windmill!
I froze, my heart pounding rapidly against my chest. I held my breath and watched as the men stood before the windmill. After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity, the men started running in all directions.
BOOM! An explosion had occurred, causing all of us to drop down and hide our faces. We got up after a while and all we could see was a huge cloud of black smoke hanging where the windmill had been. After it had drifted away, we realized that the windmill was gone!
The men have destroyed our windmill, something that we have worked so hard to build! I whispered to myself in despair, We must get rid of those men! Everyone else seemed to be thinking about the same thing. Without any instructions, we charged at the men, ignoring everything else. The men fired again and again and lashed out with their sticks and their heavy boots. Nearly everyone was wounded in the savage battle. Thankfully, we had managed to chase the men away in the end.
The battle was won, but the pain remained. The pain in my foot, the pain from all those pellets, the pain of losing some of our comrades, and the pain of losing our windmill. It had been destroyed again, and all our hard work and labour over the past two years had been wasted. Even the foundations were destroyed!
As I limped back to the farm, Squealer, who had been absent during the battle, came skipping towards us with a look of satisfaction. Then, a gun boomed.
What is that gun firing for? I asked, confused.
To celebrate our victory! replied Squealer, beaming.
What victory? I asked again, still feeling the pain, Theyve injured most of us and destroyed the windmill! So much for our hard work!
We can build another windmill, or even six windmills if we feel like it. Dont you appreciate the mighty thing that we have done? The enemy was in occupation of this very ground that we stand upon. And now thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon we have won every inch of it back again!
Then weve won back what we had before, I snapped.
By then, I had already braced myself for the intense work to be done in rebuilding the windmill. I knew that it was going to be even more difficult than before and, given my injuries, I began to suspect my strength for the first time in ages.