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**This is a... what;'s it called... Monologue! That's it! That's what my teacher called it... I did fairly well on this. The character's name is Mollie, and she's is from the book called Animal Farm by George Orwell. It basically tells you what happens through the eyes of Mollie the horse. All the animals in the book take on human characteristics, and Mollie was vain, and selfish. Well... enjoy ^_^)
I never really listened to that Old Major when he told us about his dream and whatnot. All this talk about Animalism and how bad Mr. Jones treated everyone, well; let’s say I didn’t believe I fit into it. Mr. Jones has always made me look pretty, and that’s all that matters: looks. But after Old Major died, sure, we shed tears, but I never would of thought the idea of Animalism would of begun after that! I surely will miss pulling Mr. Jones’ carriage, and receiving my sugar cubes I so rightly deserve! After the run-out of Mr. Jones, I accompanied the other animals in a tour of the house. I just couldn’t help myself, and found myself looking in a looking glass with a bright blue ribbon against my mane. Of course the other animals were angry with me, but who cares? Only looks matter.
Ok, working I could deal with, (for a short amount of time,) but learning to read and write? The only important letters are those that spell my name. Certainly they should know that! M O L L I E!
“Mollie refused to learn any but the five letters which spelt her name. She would form these very neatly with pieces of twig, and would decorate them with a flower or two and walk around them admiring them.”
After leaving, I soon caught wind from somewhere that Napoleon ran Snowball out of the farm. That brute! Even though the rule of no ribbons and no sugar was made by him and his “comrades,” he doesn’t deserve that! And I may not be that smart, but I know that Napoleon’s stealing the idea of a windmill from Snowball. And he used the force of the dogs to push it into the ‘major priority list’. He doesn’t care that the food would be low, and animals need food if they’re working hard. I pity that Boxer. Working so hard and getting shipped off to the Knackers. It was Boxer who made the windmill! All of it was Boxers sweat and blood was poured into it.
Four legs good, two legs better? If I remember correctly, it’s two legs bad, four legs good. Leave it to old Napoleon to twist the truth for his own pleasure. I feel bad for the animals on the farm, especially those who lived throughout the whole experience. They’ve had to endure lies, starvation, and exhaustion. And the pigs said this life would be better then the life they had with Mr. Jones! But the way Mr. Jones treated us was life. Sure we had dreams, but they were all shattered when Napoleon and his pigs began walking on two legs. What happened to the song they sung for so many years? Now it’s replaced by garbage.
*I forgot to include the song in the orriginal, so I added it quickly at school. When I find the book, i'll add the first bit of the song.*
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