History Repeats Itself

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Days after when Napoleon declared that the Animal Farm was to be called the Manor Farm, some animals started to notice Benjamin’s peculiar behavior. Although he has been acting strange ever since Boxer had died, everyone guessed that it was due to a temporary depression from the death of his old friend. He was frequently seen conversing with Moses, the raven. Every day after the day’s work was fulfilled, Benjamin snuck out of the barn toward the farm, where he and the raven met and talked in a very serious manner. Their voices were too quiet for the animals inside the barn to hear, but everyone knew something was going on. Napoleon, too, has been informed by one of his guard dogs who has overheard the animals whispering about Benjamin and Moses. Although he did allow Moses to stay in the farm, he had been always suspicious of Moses. After all, Moses was Jones’s favorite pet. One night, Napoleon privately called for William, his favorite and most competent son. Soon after, William, with the same murky black skin as Napoleon, quietly emerged from the dark hallway. “William, have you heard of what the animals are rumoring about these days?” Napoleon inquired. “Yes Leader Napoleon, I have heard that the old donkey Benjamin is having secret meeting with that raven, “William answered with confidence. Napoleon ordered William to keep an eye on the two and report any suspicious act immediately. William, full of pride for sense of mission, drove out for his first task. For the next few days, William strode back and forth the Manor Farm with a pair of binoculars hung awkwardly from his short neck. Occasionally, he squinted his eyes through the lens, looking far in the farm for two figures, Benjamin and Moses. William was indeed intellig... ... middle of paper ... ... “Comrades! Now is the time to follow our ancestors’ example! Rebel! Rebel against our enemies! Fight for our freedom! Let us unite together and break away our chains!” Benjamin’s speech brought the animals to their wildest excitement. They bleated, they lowed, they quacked, they whinnied, they meowed, and they clucked until the noise unfortunately awoke Napoleon who was soundly sleeping in his sheetless bed. The dogs barked and woofed toward the barn where all the yammering was coming from. Napoleon, full of shock, hastily yanked at his black coat and his whip, ran down stairs out the farmhouse in his pajamas. Several dogs followed him. When Napoleon wrenched the door open and drew up his whip high above his head, a vigorous blow suddenly struck across his face and the whip flew away from his trotter. He was too late. Now, the Rebellion has commenced once again.

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