Sasha Cavacuiti
"Napoleon and Snowball will always be rivals. There is no way they will ever truly respect one another." A rather rotund old sow griped.
"Quit your whining, you'll wake up Jones, and you're giving me an earache!" Many other animals agreed that the sow, whose name was Lawrence, was very loud.
"I still remember the day they were first born. That poor runt-" a pretty cream- coloured mare spoke up.
"Funny, I don't remember a runt, Sadie. You and your wild imagination…" Lawrence interjected.
"You wouldn't know. You were asleep the whole time. Anyways, that runt never had a chance- all Mr. Jones cared about was making sure Snowball and Napoleon didn't kill each other fighting over their mother. Poor Misery, she never had a chance to even look at her poor mother before she suddenly stopped breathing, and she died before anyone could save her…"
"Mr. Jones would never actively try to save a piglet that stopped breathing, and runts never receive names." An ancient mule, standing in a corner, corrected Sadie between wheezes.
"The problem is that they are both very brilliant pigs! It's just Snowball is clever and can easily win over a group. Napoleon's much better at creating plans for the long term, which oftentimes gets ignored once Snowball does something brilliant…" Sadie, who had a habit of talking to herself, continued to mutter about jealousy and why pigs are so argumentative sometimes.
"I just don't understand why the pigs are so jealous of each other. I mean, they're healthy, happy, and really smart. What reason could they have for hating each other?" wondered Lawrence, fairly loudly.
Nobody seemed to know, except Benjamin and the ancient mule, but Benjamin refused to say anything and the mule was unable to say anything between coughing fits.
"Well, maybe it's because-" Sadie began, but she was interrupted by the squawking of a hen intent on telling the farm that she could see Mr. Jones. After a moment of chaos, everyone settled down comfortably.
There were, however, two people who weren't asleep. Sadie insisted on telling someone about what she was going to say before she was interrupted, so, whispering to herself, she talked about how maybe, for Snowball and Napoleon, equally smart and influential wasn't good enough, and that they both wanted to be better than each other. Nobody heard her except the old mule, who was undoubtedly going to die soon, and, way down below, two pigs named Snowball and Napoleon, who both scoffed about how horses need to get their ideas straight, as there was no way they would compare themselves to someone so different. And that night, those same two pigs had an ambition that they thought up themselves: to eventually become famous, and celebrated years later, without anyone's help.
Clearly, neither pig forgot this mission statement. And they sat and waited for an opportunity to make their ambitions a reality. But neither of them realized just how that was going to happen. And so, many years later, one conversation sparked an ambition, which then sparked a revolution lead by those with the ambition, which led to a happy life for many animals, which led to a hard life for many animals. All because of an old conflict between two pigs- and a horse.