The following morning, the farm animals were ready. They stood in line, waiting for that door to open. At the signal of the click that meant that the barn was unlocked, the sheep, chickens, goats, ducks, geese, pigeons, horses, and cows rushed towards the door with Benjamin the donkey leading them in action while the rest of the animals followed. Outside the barn, the door was flung out with a stampede of animals rushing out. The dogs and pigs sent to deliver orders were caught off guard and as a result, trampled on. The ambush then turned towards the farm.

When a Bengal tiger roared loudly, Napoleon, other fellow pigs, and the rest of the dogs gathered inside the farmhouse as the stampede could be heard through the war cries of Benjamin and the other animals. The dogs and several of the pigs had rushed towards the ambush to fight. Napoleon had stayed behind to call Mr. Pilkington to gather his men to help.

One hundred zebras and wildebeests join the farm animals for the final showdown. On the battlefield, vultures watch in every direction followed by two cheetahs, ten hyenas, one Bengal tiger, and more zoo animals including Parce the African leopard. Dogs inside the farmhouse were trying to chew and bite the animals that were in their way. Nine dogs and twelve pigs appeared and came out of the farmhouse. The horses used their hooves to forcefully kick the dogs away. The cows stepped on and gored the dogs. The chickens were scratching the pigs using their claws. The sheep were butting their heads at the pigs making them fall. The pigs inside the farm house tried to use their whips to hit the animals and try to gnaw and bite into the animals as a backup. Benjamin kicked the pigs away and helped his fellow animals. Many of the animals that had fallen to the ground was crushed by the heavier animals. Tamino, an orphaned red-crowned crane appeared with Joshua, her bald eagle and Georgia her golden-breasted starling began squawking to the dogs one by one.

A few minutes later with Napoleon’s reinforcements, Pilkington’s men had come to Manor Farm let out enthusiastic cheering, meanest applause, and stamping of feet. Loud noises ran from the farmhouse.

The noises alarmed the animals for a second joined a loud tremendous terrible baying of dogs and the thunderous crowing of a black cockerel had scared off fighters on both sides with Virginia, an Indian blue peacock.

Then came Mufasa and Taka. two lions from the Pride Lands rampaged inside the farmhouse and ate one of Napoleon's dogs.

Virginia summoned her flock, horde, and swarm of ground and aviary birds including ostriches, macaws, vultures, peacocks, and toucans to peck, stomp, and get rid of Mr. Pilkington and his men once and for all.

The lower animals immediately continued fighting as Benjamin kicked and crushed a dog to its death.

Suddenly, when the the men and pigs picked up their guns and bullets ready to fire, explode, and hit the farmhouse wall, the animals turned towards the voice that yelled, "Help that sheep!" and instantly they gasped in shock, "It was Snowball!"

He was a bright a pink as he ever was, perhaps an even healthier pink than when they had last seen him. Snowball seemed healthier than the animals there, with his head held high and a sad sparkle shown in his solemn eyes. Behind him were many other animals, of all shapes and sizes, with their mouths drawn to a straight line as they looked over the scrap of a place of which they could not call either a farm nor a proper home.

A tear dripped down Snowball's face as he watched over the animals he once called friend with visible ribs and such desperate looks in their eyes that it tore at the strings of his heart as fragile as glass. Napoleon had done no good by them.

The dog that was so close to the sheep's throat had frozen and had closed its jaw, drool making its fur shine. "Snowball?" Napoleon said, growling faintly, his eyes narrowing at his lifetime rival.

Squealer quickly glanced about, his jaw agape and his eyes just as wide as the moon. With a swift shake of his head, he gathered himself and spoke in his calming, smooth voice, "Comrades, remember it was Snowball who took down our windmill! Remember all that he did to us, sabotaging us?"
The animals turned their heads towards Squealer, and even the sheep who was attacked had went to a trance-like state, its eyes transforming to milky-white; the wool around the sheep's neck was dripping wet with drool from the frothing, ferocious dog whose ears had perked up. "Squealer, how can you spread lies so easily?" Snowball's voice was drawn to a soft whisper that could barely be heard. He shook his head and trotted forward. His head turned to Napoleon, a frown upon Snowball's face. "Napoleon, how could you? These animals deserve better!" "Comrades!" Squealer piped up again, taking a step back as the dogs hunkered to the ground with low, drawn-out growls that rumbled in their throats like the old factor Jones used to own. "Do not listen to Snowball! He abandoned you all and let Napoleon take over as he was smarter back then."

"But..." a sheep spoke, her head tilted as a clever memory tapped at the top of her head. "Wasn't Snowball driven away?"

The memory shifted in all of the animal's minds, and even the dullest minded creatures could hold that memory in their small minds.

Chickens tilted their heads and Clover whinnied softly. "Yes." Snowball said, his eyes focused on Napoleon with a look of distaste and sorrow that any could recognize as an animal seeing their family mistreated. "I was driven away." The sheep that had been alive picked themselves off the ground and bleated loudly in welcome, remembering the leader they once had, the leader that held so much love for them all, "Snowbaaaall is baaack home!"

Napoleon's eyes glinted something evil, something that anything with a heart could not have in their eyes. "Kill the sheep," he ordered with a tone so monotone that it seemed almost impossible that it belonged to a living creature. It shattered Snowball's heart and his companions’ that had joined him to help the animals at Animal Farm.

The caged dog turned back around and tried to dive the sheep's neck, but the sheep's eyes widening immediately as the sheep's heart pounded ever so quickly. Hubie an American alligator, Bea a male elephant seal, Waldo a male walrus, and Rocko an Orinoco crocodile let out a simple snap, the caged dog let out a loud howl of pain and crumpled to the ground with sharp closed watery eyes, the dog's neck stained a dark red to the splattering mud about when the caged dog made contact with the cold, wet ground.

Snowball's eyes flared and he let out a thunderous shout, "Charge!" And he, with his newfound companions, raced across the mud, kicking it everywhere without a single care in the world.

Squealer and Tamino exchanged looks, their eyes wider than ever, and then they fled like the cowards they were and always had been. Tamino watched in horror that Napoleon did not deserve his beautiful, shining medals.

The dogs stayed behind, fulfilling their duty to Napoleon, protecting him always as they had been trained to do.

Snowball raced headfirst into the scene, butting into a dog that was about the same size as himself and yet plowed the large, muscular creature over, knocking the dog unconscious. He continued on, galloping as quickly as his little legs could go. From behind him, he heard his companions and even the former residents of Animal Farm handling the dogs for him.

Snowball followed the tracks in the mud and felt the breeze pushing him closer and closer to the pigs that had broken their promise to Old Major.

Old Major would be disappointed in them, at what Animal Farm had become, at what lay in what had once been a respectable establishment that now was no more than a drunken pig's ruling that did not play the rules fairly.

Taking a swift left, Snowball's ears flapped back, his eyes narrowing more and more almost to the point of where they were almost closed.
Finally he caught sight of Tamino and Squealer of whom were swerving slightly, tripping over their own toes. "Tamino, Squealer!" Snowball said, and both swiveled around, panting heavily. "I sentence both of you to banishment!”

The vultures circled and squawked around Napoleon ready for the kill. Tamino realized that she was in the right flock of aviary animals.

“Like you can do such a thing, Snowball!" Napoleon shouted in terror, taking a step back.

"I can," Snowball replied, "I'm doing this for the sake of animalism throughout the world. Now get going before I get the others and you'll be forced to leave then." Determination glittered in Snowball's eyes.

He would make sure the animals would live in harmony and peace if it were the last thing he would do. "We'll be here with you, Snowball. Tell Napoleon to be killed, forever." growled Squealer, trotting to Snowball as Napoleon snapped his head in anger and distaste. "I can promise that, Snowball."

"Get along now," Snowball said, nodding his head toward the distant foliage that had an unhealthy look to it. "You're lucky I don't do worse after what you have done to this farm, the animals, the zoo, and YOU! You changed Animal Farm into Manor Farm! It's you who need us! Get out of our farm, NOW!"

With that, Napoleon was killed with Mr. Pilkington and his men by his guard dogs. Parce ran and climbed back to his tree all whilst doing so.

Snowball and Squealer headed back to where their comrades, both new and old, awaited him. When the vultures and Moses the raven watched the guard dogs eating Mr. Pilkington with men and Napoleon, Snowball and Squealer noticed, and they all had half-smiles and half-frowns upon their faces. They all surrounded the sheep that have survived the farm with Clover. That would be the last killed animal, Napoleon.

Snowball, Squealer, and Tamino strutted to their dear friends, their loved ones, their family. "Where I come from, there's a lot of food, and a windmill," Snowball started. "It's beautiful there, and we'll all be very happy there. We'll leave when you are all ready. We can bury Napoleon there." Despite the saddening death, it seemed that the clouds cleared, and the sun warmed the ground and their shaking bodies. Thus, from there, animalism prospered to its greatest potential under Snowball as a good leader. He always protected them and made sure none starved or were treated better than another. Beasts of England filled the air once more, and the air tasted so much sweeter than it had been before. Harmony stretched across the rolling hills and lush fields forever more, and the rules were never bent to another's liking again.