The Lowest Period Of My Life

Dear Diary,

I’m feeling terribly upset now. I know it’s strange for me to be writing so emotionally especially when I’m that kind of donkey who loves making sarcastic and cynical remarks about everything and anything. I’m sorry diary, you will have to bear with me. I just realised that losing someone close to your heat is very heart breaking. The lost of Boxer is something I can stop remembering. That very moment when Squealer announced that Boxer had passed on kept replaying through my mind. The companion i spend my time in the small paddock beyond the orchard, he is gone. I bet those pigs didn’t bring him to the hospital at all but to the knacker’s instead! They are such liars. They are trying to make the animals think that they are doing a good deed to Boxer but those sly pigs I know they didn’t.

I really hate myself now. Anger and sadness are rushing through me. Why hadn’t I notice what was written on the van and tried to safe Boxer instead of wasting my time telling the animals that they are fools. That very few seconds could have actually rescued Boxer and he will be alive and kicking right now at this very moment. Boxer, why must you go? I will miss all the times we spent together, working hand in hand. I really don’t know how I’m going to carry on without you. I miss you Boxer.

Okay, I feel slightly better now. I shall stop here before I burst out into tears.

Heartbroken,

Benjamin

Your True Colours Will Show One Day

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I really wonder if Napolean is that blur and stupid. He really thought that Frederick and his men were actually trying to knock the windmill down? I thought Napolean is the smartest animal among everyone else? I thought he communicated a lot with men to understand what they will do? People always say “as dumb as a donkey”. Hah, I think I should change it to “as dumb as Napolean”. What a joke. It is so funny I forgot to laugh.

Anyway I’m feeling so tired now, thanks to those humans. The battle just now was a total waste of my time and energy .I really salutes to those animals that fought so selflessly. They really are devoted to Animal Farm, aren’t they? They always listen to Napolean, not knowing the cunning schemes he plans behind their backs. Hah, I’ll never be like those gullible animals falling into those sly traps of Napolean. To tell you the truth, I didn’t want to be part of this battle. However, I definitely didn’t want to be seen as a black donkey by the pigs so I just joined in. Hah, I’ll never be like those gullible animals falling into those sly traps of Napolean. I’m sure one day everyone will see Napolean’s ugly true colours. Too bad Napolean. I am waiting for that day to come.

Signing off,

Benjamin

Being Brainworkers Is Not A Valid Reason

Dear Diary,

Napolean just announced today that there would be volunteer work on Sundays. Here’s the best part, if you decided not to do it, you will have your rations reduced by half. Hah, what a joke. Squealer always tells us that these are “readjustments”. Oh sure, “readjustments”. I bet the pigs are just being unreasonable. Seriously, I can guarantee you that behind all these, those sly pigs are up to something.

The building of the windmill is another pain. How do they expect us to break those stones? They only help us at critical moments, only at the times when the animals are dying any moment. You think about it. The pigs will use the windmill too and all they do is to help us a little when most of the time the job is done by us. Or should I say all the time. Do you think your title as “Brainworkers” will excuse you from doing lesser work. Excuse me? Is it the seventh commandment that all animals are equal? I’m sorry to say this but though you are the “potential leaders” of animal farm, I hate you. You think I’ll work for you? Hah, fat hope, I will not. Okay, fine, I will not get myself into trouble by rebelling against you but in my heart you cunning pigs will and forever will be my number one enemy in my heart. In your face pigs!

Irritated,

Benjamin

Battle of the Cowshed? Waste of My Time

Dear Diary,

The Battle of the Cowshed is over. Seriously, I’ve really got nothing much to say about us winning the victory over the man. I mean we win this battle so what? I don’t see why the animals find it such a big deal that we won this. It’s just a battle after all, nothing much. After this whole thing I’m still alive and kicking because as I always like to say Donkeys live a long time. None of you has seen a dead donkey.

I guess I took part in this battle because I was instructed to do it by Snowball. Even if I wouldn’t want to do it so badly, I will just keep it to myself because I want to stay out of trouble. This whole thing to me is just a complete waste of time. I rather spend my time in the small paddock beyond the orchard, gazing side by side with Boxer. With and without the humans, I can foresee that life will still be hard. Hah, anyway since when was life easy? Never, I can tell you that. I don’t really expect much after this rebellion because life always brings the same thing. Work and more work. That’s life.

Signing off,

Benjamin