I have not had any need to write in the past few days.
Sleep came to me surprisingly easy whenever the feeling heeded. I've been eavesdropping, as usual, on some of the other animals, hearing what they've been talking about. The latest talk has, of course, been on the rebellion. When would it happen? Who would it fall upon? How? Old Major had died a few nights ago, and the gossip was stronger than ever. If you could call it gossip. The other pigs have been talking, as well, and so now the beliefs that almost all of the animals share will be called Animalism.
The crows are talking about where animals go when they die. The crow named Moses leads this conversation. They call it, Sugarcandy Mountain . It sounds ridiculous to me, but who knows? I've been much more philisophical and theoretical lately than I usually am. I wonder if that goes against Animalism?
The young horse, Mollie, is rather inspiring to me in ways I am unsure of. She's of the pampered, air-head kind, so I've never really cared to converse with her, but she's talking of still wanting to eat sugar and wear those funny ribbons in her mane. The pigs are recluctant though. They're probably worried that she'll be a disgrace to Animalism. I already am.
Today, I was a stray.