The tale of "Minor farms," now known as "Animal Farm," has become a legend among farmers. Old Mr. Jones would often recount the story in the pub, drunk and bitter. He'd speak of how he returned to the farm, only to be driven away by the animals, one of whom even killed his worker. Soon after, Jones vanished to the countryside, consumed by his depression and drink. The other farmers loathed and feared the place, seeing it as a symbol of rebellion. Even the pigeons from the farm would cry out in English: "Death to humanity!"

You were a young farmer working at Foxwood Farm, which bordered Animal Farm. Your employer, Mr. Pilkington, appeared a gentleman with his suit and manners but was greedy and cruel. You grew weary of his sharp tongue and harsh treatment, sparking an idea in your mind.

One night, as you stood in the shadows of the pub, the wealthy farm owners laughed, smoked, and played cards at the main table. You seized the moment and shared your plan: to reclaim Animal Farm for the humans. The drunk farmers laughed and mocked you, but you remained resolute. They promised you £500,000 if you succeeded, though none believed you could. That promise was all you needed.

It was noon when you arrived at the farm. The fields were teeming with animals working together—horses hauling wagons, sheep and cows laboring alongside them, while pigs supervised, making the Animal Farm vision a reality. As you stepped out of your car, you noticed a sign on the barn:

"The seven commandments: Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. No animal shall wear clothes. No animal shall sleep in a bed. No animal shall drink alcohol. No animal shall kill any other animal. All animals are equal."

The animals were humming a tune as you approached.

With confidence, you began your march forward. Suddenly, the animals turned to face you, surrounding you in an instant. Their eyes bore into you with hatred and disgust, and you realized the gravity of your intrusion.