Thoughts of the Beautiful Mollie
As I quickly sped off into the grassy fields, galloping as far as I could away from the farm, I rethought what I had just encountered with Clover. She knew very well the relationships between man and I, and no doubt questioned my devotion to the standards of the new society, Animal Farm. Clover had witnessed a man stroking my soft, white mane and interrogated whether it was accurate or not, to which I answered "It isn't true!" But I knew only too well that it was. So what if it was? I thought. Had no one ever taken notice that I did not enjoy the new society? That I always ached for the rights they banned?
After Old Major's speech that night, I began to edge myself away from the other animals living on the farm. At first, they did not realize the secrets I kept, but slowly and steadily grasped them. The rules Old Major and Snowball set upon us were too burdensome for me to take in, though the others seemed quite happy to accept them, transforming the farm to what was believed into a utopia. Did they really expect me to willingly abide by the commands? Of course they did, they expected everyone to. And that is why I am no longer a citizen, not to mention the most beautiful one, of Animal Farm.
I kept galloping and galloping until I suddenly came to a stop. I noticed a plump man sitting on a bench, close to a public house, stroking a petite, white dog who licked the man's face so affectionately. Oh, how I wished to have that love, where someone truly cared about poor Mollie. I eventually began to slowly walk to where they sat. The man looked up, but somehow was not surprised to see me standing there, as if this type of scene was regular to him, though I doubted it.
"Now, where d'you come from?" the man gently settled the dog, who was now barking, on the bench and stood up. He walked over and brushed his fingers through my mane and commented, "You're quite the beauty, aren't ya?" He continued to stroke me over and over again. I nuzzled my head under his arm showing my affection to him, just as the dog had. He laughed, understanding my reaction.
That was the start of our friendship. The bond between us caused us to be inseparable. Every morning, Jeffrey, for that was the man's name, would arrive with food which often consisted of lump sugar. Later on, he would groom me, melodically whistling a tune as he did so. The grooming session also consisted of Jeffrey talking to me, sharing stories of his life. Though I had no way of verbally communicating, he seemed to very well understand my thoughts. Never, in my life had I had anyone so close to me. The finishing touches always ended with a colourful ribbon and a delightful piece of lump sugar in my mouth.
Not long after, as I was enjoying myself being stroked, a number of pigeons had landed on a fence nearby. I suddenly neighed and shuffled around nervously. Those birds were not the ones who came and went, without anyone realizing, those were the pigeons of Animal Farm. My owner was startled too, by my reaction, to which he then proceeded to making an attempt to calm me. I expected the birds to stay for an extensive period to investigate, but in no time, they flapped their wings and flew away. What did they want? I began to think, but knew that no matter how many times I guessed, I would never know. So with that, I continued resuming my luxurious life.
By: Jillian
Class: 7-7