Chapter 3
Napoleon released Ming's two sons, and they returned to the farm. One day Ming wrote down some future plans for the farm. "So what are the plans?" asked Ping Pong. "Simple, I plan to industrialize the farm just like Napoleon did to his." said Ming. "But why?" asked Ping Pong. "Well if you must really know stupid, it's because if we're going to spread Animalism, we need the right equipment to do it, that's why industrializing a farm is so important. What matters is not that animals die, as long as a farm has equipment. I've already faced the fact that animals are going to die even if we focus on spreading Animalism." said Ming. "You're absolutely right, after all Ling himself said that not everyone wants to be an Animalist." said Ping Pong. Ming mad pushed Ping Pong up against a wall. "You leave Ling out of this, you hear me woman!" said Ming.
"Which reminds me, when am I going to help you kill animals?!" asked Ping Pong. "Yes perhaps I shall." said Ming. Later that afternoon, at the farm house, Ming tried on one of Su Lung's cloths that he left behind, but when he tried to stand up, he lost his balance and fell down. "How do you do it Comrade Napoleon?" asked Ming shaking his head. Then rumors started spreading around the farm that there was another war going on. The leader had no control over all of the farm to begin with. His name was Long Gin, he attacked half of the farm which was divided into the Animalists and Infidels. This farm was called Singa Farmm, one day Napoleon sent Ming a telegram, telling him to visit him again.
So Ming went back and when he got there, Napoleon was sitting at a table. So Ming sat down in another chair. "Well Comrade Ming, I think I know why you're here." said Napoleon. "Yes to help the Singa Farm out by spreading Animalism." said Ming. "Well I'm sending them supplies, what are you sending?" asked Napoleon. "Animals." said Ming. "Excellent, so can I visit your farm?" he asked. Ming's smile faded and he whispered to his adviser. "No we don't want him at our farm, we'll be killed by our animals for sure." said Ming. Napoleon and Ming glared at each other for a second then there was an awkward silence for about a half an hour. Then Napoleon finally got tired of the silence. He got up and turned on the record player.
"So Comrade Ming, do you dance?" asked Napoleon. "Why would I dance for, what's the occasion?" asked Ming. "Well I thought you might want to dance. I mean we can't just sit here and do nothing." said Napoleon. "All I care about is taking over the farms from all over the country." said Ming. "There will be plenty of time to plan that, now dance!" said Napoleon nodding his head. Then a couple of dogs bit into Ming's flesh and tried to pull him to the center of the room. Ming squealed and fought back, by trying to get free. Then Napoleon said, "Forget it boys, he's not a dancer! But perhaps he's a singer. I can sing, do you want to hear me?" asked Napoleon. But Ming just sat there, staring out into space. Then Napoleon sang in his sweet sounding tenor voice. A couple of times he looked over at Ming, who was still sitting still. He then whispered to one of his dogs, "This guy is weird." Napoleon then sat down.
Ming then said, "I want to rule my farm like you rule yours. How do I do it?" "Well, if you're going to rule like me then you better start taking notes. First off, if you're gong to spread Animalism you have to industrialize the farm first. If you don't then you won't have the right materials to go into battle." said Napoleon. "Wait just a minuet there! When does killing animals come in?!" said Ming. "You only resort to violence if you're being threatened or if the animals start protesting." said Napoleon. "No I need tips on how to kill them!" said Ming. "You could, A. send them to the slaughter house. B. Send some secret police after them. Or C. cut down their food supply." said Napoleon. "Now on the secret police, how old do they have to be?" asked Ming. "Oh about in their grown-up years I suppose, but they have to be young." said Napoleon.
"But what if I could use baby animals, could that work?" asked Ming. Napoleon burst out laughing and fell to the ground. He laughed so hard that his eyes started watering. "You're kidding right?" asked Napoleon. "Does it sound like I'm kidding, no I'm not." said Ming. "No I say use grown animals, the bigger the animal, the more pain is caused. I mean if you try to use baby animals, the would-be victims would crush them in a second. Plus sooner or later they will turn on you. Where did you come up with a dumb idea like that?!" asked Napoleon. Ming who was angry then said, "It most certainly is not a dumb idea, it's a great idea!" said Ming. Napoleon laughed again, "Boy you have a long way to go before you could become someone like me!" said Napoleon. Ming became even more angry, "That does it, I've been humiliated for the last time! From now on, no more mister nice guy!" said Ming. "Boy you don't know when to keep your mouth shut do you?" said Napoleon. With that, Ming frowned and stomped out of the farm house.
He returned to Linga Farm, he was so angry with Napoleon and himself that he charged for the door, hurting his head, before he was knocked unconscious. The next day Ping Pong found him on the ground unconscious. "Ming wake up!" she yelled slapping him in the face. "Oh Napoleon I'll be like you someday, you'll see!" "What are you talking about?" asked Ping. "Napoleon said I had a long way to go before I become someone like him!" said Ming. "No you don't, he's a fool he doesn't even know you very well, not like I do." said Ping. Napoleon sent supplies to the Singa Farm, while Ming sent animals. This included one of his sons. During the battle on Singa Farm between the Animalists and the Infidels, there was a lot of bloodshed. In fact, when Ming's son was killed, he showed no sign of sorrow.
Then word got out that Napoleon died from an illness. A great funeral was held for Napoleon. Thousands of animals wept, for unknown reasons. Ming didn't go, because he still felt betrayed by Napoleon, by everyone else. But Ping Pong went to the funeral, and she sobbed like crazy. Then a couple of months later, the Infidels won the war on Singa Farm, but it forever remained divided between the Infidels and the Animalists.