The Accused Of Murder In George Orwell's Animal Farm

Have you ever been falsely interpreted? In the story that was written about me, I was accused of murder, like a criminal, but this is not entirely true. This story shows that I am doing everything of my own free will, but this is not right. Yes, I did kill the people, but it’s way more complicated than that. This never would have happened if I hadn't been running my house as a bed and breakfast before my husband died and my son got into a domestic issue. I protected my son for as long as I could, but the police eventually found and arrested him. I was going to be next, but I was told by the chief of police that the British Intelligence Agency was going to use my “operation” as a way to find enemies and take them out quietly and quickly after all time is money. They told me not to change anything from the way I normally treat my guests except for the poison in the tea. I pretend that my guests still live with me so that people trust me enough to drink the tea.
One of them is that I performed taxidermy on my dog and parrot when they died. Everybody assumes that this was done while I was harboring my son, but they are wrong. I was absolutely broken when I learned that my husband was killed in the war. I felt as alone as if I was on a deserted island. By stuffing them, I am able to remember him as if it were yesterday, even though it was 20 years ago. The replicas conjure up these memories because they were his pets The second side to the “double-edged sword” as the agency man called it is that it makes my home look more inviting and congenial. This is something that, all through my life, I have tried to maintain. Sometimes it seems like the only thing I have to take pride in at this