My life in the animal farm

My name is clover, I am a female horse, this is the year 1946. If you are reading this that means I am probably dead right now. I am part of the community in the farm in England named the Animal Farm. It used to be called the Manor Farm until we were under the control of a man name Jones. After we overthrew the owner Jones out of the power. We had the whole farm to ourselves. Everything looked great at first, we were working for ourselves, we were treated better. We had our own law codes, pigs were the leaders and the ones that came up with the hard stuff. There were two leaders, Snowball and Napoleon. Boxer, was the only one I could trust and loved. Napoleon, after Snowball was kicked out of the farm for being a secret agent of Jones, things started getting worse. Our food ration was keep reducing, winter was hard, the humans came back to take the farm back, we built the windmill which was a toughest work, three times. Pigs in the control changed laws, they kept all the best stuffs to themselves, they started lying to their people and all the dumb animals believed it. They false accused the animals for crimes, and they were executed immediately. Boxer, the only one animal in the farm I fully trusted and cared, who sacrificed his entire life working for all of us, was sold to the slaughters after he was too old to work and weak. This farm and the pigs are turning worse and worse everyday. The pigs are acting like men and I cant tell the difference now. The pigs will become man one day. I'm writing this so that when the farm is ruined, Someone will find out what happened here, and spread this story. O no, the dogs are knocking on my door. Napoleon's coming too, I hear the fanfare. The dogs are running into my place. O God, please, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(dogs barking, horse whining, a minute later, there is no more sound from horse.)