Animal Farm by George Orwell told in Mr. Jones’ perspective.

I woke up in the evening on my sofa, hearing wierd noises. I looked outside and saw my animals devouring the trash. They were probably hungry because I got drunk and forgot to feed them. I gathered my workers and handed them whips. We lashed at the hungry animals, trying to get them back to their pens and stables.

and we were overwhelmed and outmatched. We were helpless against so many animals, so I got my gun and tried to scare them away. However my men were already bolting for the exit, and I knew I had no chance against the animals alone. I followed my men out. We were beat and defeated, and the animals had won. My once beautiful reputation withered away. All the competing farm owners wouldn’t take me seriously.