On the day of the Battle of Cowshed where I lay amongst my fellow comrades waiting to ambush the farmers that had approached the farm earlier. Waiting and staying still as they fall into snowball's plan.
I reared up on my hind legs and tricked out with my great iron-shod hooves like a stallion the very first blow took a stable-lad from Foxwood on the skull and stretched him lifeless in the mud.
Upon this sight, many men dropped their weapons and tried to run. Then all the animals together were chasing them around and around the yard. KIcking, beating, and trampling upon them.
I pawed at the stable-lad with my hooves as he laid face down trying to turn him over, but the boy did not stir.”He is dead,” I stated sorrowfully.” I had no intention of doing that. I forgot that I was wearing iron shoes. Who will believe that I did not do this on purpose.” I stated again.
"No sentimentality, comrade!" cried Snowball, from whose wounds the blood was still dripping. "War is war. The only good human being is dead."
But as I stared at the lifeless body I spoke once more, “ I have no wish to take the life, not even human life.” soon after water began to fill my eyes. This was really never my intention, I repeated to myself over and over again trying to convince myself I did nothing wrong. Yet I have to live with this for the rest of my life.