The hounds that drooled at the sight of Snowball resembled the features of some of his former comrades, Jessie and Bluebell. Those lost eyes are a sight. Once filled with innocence, now victims of the wicked who painted their pupils with evil, somehow shining in the dimly lit barn. August, Link, Otis, and Theo. Snowball once effortlessly recalled names of newborns he held the day of Jessie’s birth; but now, he was unable to recognise even one. Snowball’s eyes desperately sought escape from the barn that had become little more than a debating pit; yet only a dull light was visible, beyond the hounds. The chilling breeze tickled his furless skin, as he anxiously thought of a plan. A plan to get out alive to the overgrown fields, threatened with…show more content… The starved growls and clenched fangs rapidly crescendoed behind Snowball. The magnificent, synchronised stomping of the pack forced his strained lungs into a struggle, desperately panting for air. With every step, the warm breath of Link, Napoleon’s lead hound, crawled up his spine. Closer and closer as Snowball grew ever slower and slower. Crashing against the bucket of rations, meat and grain spilled across the floor and the dogs began to wrestle with one another. Snowball knew food was the perfect distraction for everyone, even for himself. Everyone that is but Link, who’d scraped his purposely filed claws deep into his right rib. Shaken but alive, Snowball limped into the darkness, four deep gashes gleaming against his skin. *** His teeth grinded against one another like chalk on a blackboard, his mouth quivering with angst. Yet his heart, heavy with horror, collecting tears that sat behind his eyes, refusing to show. Snowball was overwhelmed with emotion, clueless of what to feel. Was he always oblivious to Napoleon’s malicious plans? All this time. Is this my
