I was off school for our lesson on Monday, our lesson yesterday (WEDNESDAY), and will be off for todays lesson, so I’m just wondering if you could fill me in. Is there anything I should be working on?
In the first section of chapter 2, words such as “vivacious,” “inventive,” “quicker in speech,” and “not considered to have the same depth of character as Napoleon” are used to describe Snowball.
Snowball is all for having a rebellion. At one stage he is very determined that Mollie will have nothing to do with what she enjoys, wearing coloured ribbons, which Snowball considers to be clothes, a mark of slavery. He is also one of the first animals to read and write. He was organized enough to sort the animals into committees, for example, the Egg Production Committee and the Clean Tails League.
Napoleon is described as “large,” “fierce-looking,” “not much of a talker” and “often gets his own way”.
At one point in the book Napoleon makes the decision to take another animal’s children to take responsibility for their education. He and Snowball also don’t get on much, which enforces the idea that he likes to get his own way. For example, they have different attitudes to who should be educated and Napoleon takes no interest in Snowball’s Animal Committees.
He is “small,” “fat,” with “round cheeks,” and “twinkling eyes.” He has “nimble movements,” and is a “brilliant talker.”
He is chosen to explain to the other animals that the pigs should have all the food. He is described as skipping from side to side when arguing a point which is exactly what he does here. He cleverly makes the other animals think that the pigs are taking the apples and milk for their benefit and he threatens them with idea that if the pigs are not thinking well, Mr Jones will return.
I have taken Snowballs commandments and put into a context of my own.
1: Who ever goes over 18 is an enemy.
2: Who ever goes under 18 is a friend.
3: No child shall learn.
4: No child shall go to sleep until 10 (week days) or 12 (weekends).
5: No child shall drink water (unless fizzy).
6: No child shall cheat at Grand Theft Auto.
7: All children are equal.
To remove from a position of power or authority.
The scandal was slowly dethroning the king.
A reputation attaching to a person or thing for others or public view.
The prestige of the Boxer’s victories made the other competitors fear him.
A group of people who are working together.
The students were collaborating so as to help them selves with their project.
A person or persons with lots of qualities and energy.
The politicians were a very dynamic group of people.
To use selfishly for your own gain.
The head of the company was exploiting his workers by not paying them much money.
The management of any office, business, or organisation.
keeping those promises will sone start to bedevil the administration.
To arrange expressly in terms of agreement.
Even then, shelters stipulated that the pets be given back if the original owners were found.
To change, alter, or restore the structure of something.
After the car crash his whole leg had to be restructured.
A small pice or area of ground.
The gardens plotted for the nice green grass.
opposite in nature or caricature.
On the country.
The television shook. “It is your honer to be here. Most people only think that I am doing this for the wrong reasons. Well after this there will be no more of that. I want to make it clear that if there is any more of this, there will be very grave punishments.”
The speech ended and the TV lock stopped. We flicked back over to JMTV. It was Coronation City.
“Do we have to watch this crap.” The words came over from my house mate Stuart. I looked over.
His beer was resting on his chest and his book, “How To Be Good”, was over his face. “If you don’t want to watch go get some food.” I said starring back at the TV.
“But we don’t have any thing in.” I looked over, the flickering bulb that had been Stuwarts reading light had flicked of casting a shadow over the man. When it flicked back on his bear had fallen to the floor and the liquid was escaping from its tin prison.
“Then go to the shops and get a takeaway or shut up and I’ll get it later.” My argument was strong espeically for a man like Stuart. He was a big man with a big hart, he was also a very big eater. The only time he was not eating was when he was sleeping or shopping for food. He got up and walked out of the room. About 5 minutes later he came back in holding a Pizza delivery menu.
“What you want?”
“What is there?” I asked with a sense of boredom.
“The normal. Merciful Margarita or Perverted Pepperoni.”
“You always say that.”
“I always like surprises.”
It was only then that I noticed the advertisements had begun. “Do you like surprises when you’re ordering your pizza? Well if that’s a yes you should order from Dominions.” The voice was high and polished. It occurred to me that the advert and our conversation were an incredible coincidence, but we both ignored it and went about ordering from are normal pizza place, Dominions Mark 2.
About 10 minutes later a hot smoking pizza was on my lap and the TV was booming. Stuart had set it to his favourite programme “The News”. They were showing of the latest radio sets and sound equipment.
“I don’t get this programme” tossing my finished needel on the floor. “The presenters normally do serious programmes, like Shawn Farer was hosting Big Brother. Now its this.” The question was more just a way to get Stuart really angry.
“It’s to show people what the new stuff is, from clothes and cars to sex and slaves.” His answer was almost rehearsed.
“Yeh but we would never consider getting a prostitute. And we can barely afford water let alone a car”
“Shut up and eat your pizza.”
” I already have”
“Then shut up and smoke your weed.”
” I already have and anyway I inject it”
“Go #<%^ yourself, or shut up. The choice is yours.”
Normally, I would have persisted until he got to the point of attacking me, but suddenly the flashlights from the local helicopter beamed into the room and outside I saw the billboard screen flick to a picture of us. This could only mean that the Tag Man was right outside.
“Oh £@$*!” I felt the words leave my mouth before I could stop them.
“What is it now?”
“It’s *£&* Tag Man.”
Stuwart jumed to his feet and ran to the door. Before I could join him, the glass shattered and a figure appeared. It was a man, tall and blond. I thought that it had bean a woman before, but then I had not watched “Tag Man” for a long time. He was about to get me when Stuart smacked a table on him.
“Come on! You want to die? It’s only two days till next month and your too bloody slow to catch any body else.” His words snapped me back to myself. We ran down stairs. Stuart threw me the house gun.
“WHY DO I HAVE TO DO IT?”
“YOU’RE SICK AT DARTS.”
“DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A £@$!^%$ DART?” Before I could give him the gun back, the Tag Man was looming over us. The gun went off before I could stop it, straight through the man’s chest. I fired again, this time it went trough is leg. It took three more shots to finish off Tag Man. I looked over to Stuart. He gave me a warm smile and a thumbs up. Then I lost consciousness. The last thing i saw was a poster of are priminester. The caption read “James Merdoc is your leader”.
Cold wet mud. Cold wet cloths. Cold wet bed. Cold wet food. No change there then. How can it be that a man can live is hole life in these condition’s knowing that there is something better out there, but yet I would not rather live any were else. There were all kinds of people hear tall, thin, fat, short, legless, arm less, footless and even some people who had 10 toes on one foot. Me, I am a third generation ‘Deviation’ which means that my Gran and Granddad were chased out of the Good Lands. They would tell me stores about how stupid people were back there, thinking that people having 11 fingers were some how ungodly. Aparently they kill the children who have any thing wrong with them.
It had been along time since the Bringers had left for the town Wacknuk, but now after about 3 weeks thé Bringers had arived with food and a few people who had recently escaped from the Good Lands. But what I was bothered was my brother. It was the first time he had left on a Bringers experdishion in years. The last time he had left on a experdishion he had killed a man with his bow and arrow. It had taken a long time for him to recover. But he was good now healthy, happy and most importantly full of food.
Cold wet mud, cold wet cloths, cold wet bed, hot warm food. Things were good and I my brother was back. He was the only family I had now my mum and dad had been killed when they were running from a petrol. There last act was to tell my brother to hold me and wate in the bush he was there when my parents were cut down he saw the joy in the killers faces. He was there when the people comited gods will.
I think that feelings make a human like love, hate, anger, envy. There are others but that is what in my view makes us different to animals. Animals can not love they only survive with no interest in feeling. Most animals don’t even stay with their mating partners.
What I would like to know is when is this book soposed to be set. The cover seems to show that this book is set in the fucher. But I think is says that there are steam engins.
There as today been an attack on the LNS playground, 8 boys have been seriously injured and traumatised by Peter ‘The Ninja’. Witnesses say that he ran out of the lunch hall screaming that there had been no raps, and then violently knocked to the ground the 8 closest boys to him. The names of the boys have not been realeast for privercy reasons. After the event we managed to get an interview with the head police officer in charge.
We know he was not in the wright state of mind we the attack took place. We have sent the boy to a physiologist to see what was wrong with him at the time, but currently we are trying to do all we can for the injured victims. That is all we can say at the moment.
We hope to gain more information as the story progreses.
Arthur Davies Reaporting from the Lns playround.
This looks good, Arthur!
I suggest you replace the word “Floored” with something a little less colloquial, like knocked to the ground.
This would lend itself brilliantly to having a sound bite from a witness to the atrocity.