Lonely; A Prologue

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The farm was lonely for a pig with no friends. Napoleon was smart, and powerful, but alone. Every night, he dreamed of a better life. But he didn't notice me. I was just a dog, below the pigs in stature. Napoleon trained me; he taught me about the ways of life of the farm.

I knew he wanted me, inside. He didn't know it yet, but he will. All in due time.

  He will love me. I shall rule this farm at the right hand of Napoleon, as lovers, and equals.  

This is my story, of how I moved up the ranks of the farm and into the warm embrace of Napoleon.


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