preview

Pigs In George Orwell's Animal Farm

Decent Essays

Once upon a time I lived as a fearless wolf, with phenomenal ideas of expanding my land to become a powerful leader. I had always known I was born to be a dictator and needed to gain land in order to create a dominant nation. Recently three quite capable but weak pigs moved into the area. My corruptive but brilliant mind led myself into thinking that these pigs were the perfect target in order for me to expand my empire. Watching from a safe distance I observed these pigs build 3 houses from the raw materials located in the area. Devising a plan of destruction I watched the 1st pig build a house of straw, the second build a house of sticks and the third build a house of dung, clay, and creeper vines made into bricks. The easiest to be destructed was the 1st pigs humble home, so that was to be the one I was to destroy first. By popular thought I was some awful carnivore, determined for my next meal to be a small little pig but that really was not the case. The pigs would serve better as my subject’s then my next meal and why would I destroy someone's entire house if I really …show more content…

Most people don’t know that there are indeed a large group of vegan wolves who live almost solely off of bananas, providing my nation some steady income. Other wolves will definitely be visiting my land so of course a place to stay was necessary. Finally, at the house of bricks I once again asked politely to be let in but the ignorant pigs instead sang a song of solidarity. Inferring that this house would be a little tougher to blow down I took a larger breath and exhaled, only to feel an aching pain causing me to buckle over in agony. My heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest and all my beautiful ideas that wouldn’t be accomplished flashed before my eyes before I welcomed the not so sweet embrace of

Get Access