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Benjamin’s POV
All these animals will never see a dead donkey, but I have.
Way back before Mr. Fucking Jones, the goats had started a rebellion. Us assholes worked like hell to make a better life for ourselves, for our children, and grandchildren. Hell! We were the ones who made the damn ‘Beasts of England’ song. I’ve outlived everyone from the farm I came from only Muriel’s left, she was our Snowball back then, and I’ll out live her too.
So many died. My family, most of the dogs, nearly all the cats, and so many more. And with Napoleon being who he is and all the other pigs either riding his dick (defiently that Squealer) or biting their tounges I won’t be suprised when more lose their lives.
Boxer… he reminds me of someone from long ago. Such a dumbass I was back then thinking someone like him would live. ‘All brawns no brains’ definitely Boxer. I need to stop getting so attached to people like him. It won’t do me no good. Just another crack in this old heart of mine. Goddamnit! I sound like Muriel the old sap. I can’t keep crying over the past. God… I’ll miss Boxer the damn fool.
-Benjamin The Donkey