"Snowball..?" Snowball opened his eyes and slightly perked his ears. "Yes?" He listened. "I-is their such place...? what Old Maj. spoke about? could it be real?" Snowball took a deep breath, he looked into her eyes, all the hope she had seemed to die, her fur was a little matted, even though she groomed continuously, her eyes were sort of dull, the hope that sparkled in her eyes started to die. She was starved in a locked room on many occasions, but Old Major always had escape plans and rescue plans for her. "yes....yes dearest... I will make sure that we will all be treated fairly...I will make sure that you have a great life my love..." she teared up and licked his muzzle a little he closed his eyes and cherished the moment. "I love you so much Snowball.... sometimes I wish I were a pig..." Snowball laid his head down. "well..... I wish I were a cat....." Napoleon growled quietly, one day he will have her all to himself....

Crystal remembered the evil dark days, when Mr. Jones would kick her and beat her whenever he wasn't drunk and could catch the poor cat. She remembered when he would lockher in a room, and she nearly starved to death. When Snowball, and Napoleon saved her, it was Snowball who nursed her back to health, helping her to her food and water dishes, which were located away from the house. She was grateful for Snowball, and Napoleon, and all of her friends and comrades on the farm. She teared up at the fact that one good comrade was lost to the world, their good old friend Old Major, he was so very wise, and had lived longer than anyone on the farm. She dug her tear stricken face into Snowball's warm belly, trying to make it all as dark as possible, so she could sleep. She felt him shift slightly, and then felt him nuzzle her, and then relaxed, they both fell asleep.