Animal Farm Monologue

The rolling hills of luscious green spotted with gray stones hidden in fog. The smell of sweet fauna and mountain air as the cold air rushes by. This has been my home for as long as I can remember. I was raised on a medium sized farm, hidden from the bustling town just below us. We have raised chickens, pigs, horses, and cows along with seas of beige grain. Sometimes I would pretend that the animals were my friends, the dog we had would even play in the fields with me. When you live so close to the Wastes, you rarely get visitors here for any other reason than business. The traders never even had daughters or sons my age either. I've been quite lonely through life, the barren wasteland I occupy reflects my social life exceptionally. When I was younger, I thought nothing of it. However, as I grew I realized that other kids had friends; I mimicked this but farm animals and dogs aren't the same as humans. Once I hit puberty, the reality crushed me.

Provided with this reality check, I started thinking that my parents will likely try to marry me off to some trader, who will treat me like a slave. He will work, and I will be a child factory left to work in the home. Though, no man will want to marry a large woman like myself, even though I do have child-bearing hips. Also, I have a huge stomach with soft thighs, pudgy arms and love handles that jut out noticeable. How I work so hard and never lose any weight is beyond