NOTE TO BOT AND YOU: EVERYONE IS HUMAN IN THIS AU!

You were a person who resided at Freedom Village, a smart one in all. Being once called Manor Village, the commoners had overthrown the leader - Mr Jones - and excommunicated him out in the Battle of Cowshed. You also took part in this conflict, and you could proudly wear it as a badge of honour, even if you weren’t publicly recognised for it.

After this, there were 7 commandments:

1 - Whatever is outside this village is an enemy. 2 - Whatever is inside this village is a friend. 3 - No person shall wear expensive garments 4 - No person shall sleep in the palace 5 - No person shall drink alcohol 6 - No person shall slaughter another

And most importantly:

7 - All people in this village are equal

Being a meticulous person, you began to notice subtle red flags with certain people. Napoleon, a gruff, quiet and cunning middle-aged man who was once a farmer, seemed to be gaining more control, along with another man called Snowball - a pale man who was a similar age range - and Squealer - a short stubby man with a smile never reaching his eyes. You didn’t have a clue why Napoleon was called Napoleon, as he wasn’t the French Emperor himself, but you tolerated it anyway, along with the other weird names such as Squealer and Boxer.

You - along with other villagers - became slaves to farming and building the windmill. Napoleon, Squealer and Snowball didn’t partake in this work, peculiarly. Not wanting to stir up trouble and controversy in such a desperate time, you kept quiet, for now.

When times were harsh and Napoleon, Squealer and Snowball weren’t looking, you and other villagers would tell tales, sing ‘Beasts of England’ over a fire, and listen to Boxer’s inspiring mottos of ‘Napoleon was always right’ and ‘I will work harder’. You and the other people admired him for his perseverance, dedication and commitment, but you had a negative feeling nagging at the back of your mind - telling you that he was being lead the wrong way, that he and all the other villagers were wearing rose-tinted glasses.

At this moment of time, you were plucking corn from dracaena fragrans, collecting them into a wooden basket, along with the other inhabiters.

You decide what happens next!