In this scene, I imagined Clover standing beneath the lantern, realizing how the dream of equality has faded. This piece is my reflection on that moment.
Clover stood under the barn’s dim lantern, her breath rising in soft clouds. The wind slipped through the cracks in the wood, and the faint smell of hay mixed with something colder, sharper.
She looked up at the white letters on the wall. The commandment had changed again. Her eyes squinted, tracing each word slowly, hoping she had read it wrong.
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
She whispered it under her breath, the words tasting strange and bitter. Around her, the others stayed silent. Benjamin’s gray eyes flickered toward her, unreadable, like he already knew but didn’t want to say it aloud.
Somewhere outside, the pigs’ laughter floated through the dark. Clover’s heart ached.
She wanted to believe in what Old Major had said, that they could build a world where no animal would ever be hungry or afraid. But now, the pigs wore clothes and carried whips, and she could no longer tell who was master and who was servant.
She pressed her hoof to the cold ground and wondered if truth could change just because someone said it did.
The lantern shook slightly, its flame bending.
Clover’s voice was barely a whisper. “If this is equality, what was the point of the fight?”
No one answered.
Language & Logic 
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