.When she came to she heard buzzing in her ears and everything still looked black though it wasn't yet evening. It must have been afternoon but there was no sunlight. Somebody had cut her loose from the post and left her huddled in a heap on the ground at the bottom of the whipping post. At first she thought it was night because all she could see looked black. She looked at her hands and her arms and she pulled at the shreds of rags on her legs and all her flesh looked black. She was as black as a man's black hat and she was black like that all over. She looked around her on the ground and saw blood splattered and clotted around her while something glistened white like salt. Although her mind were still dazed, she knew now why her back was still on fire and she felt as if she were lying on a bed of red-hot needles and iron. It was the salt someone had thrown on her bleeding raw back. She was too weak to move . She wondered why she was still living, because they must have meant to kill her. "Why has God let me live? All the black people must be scared to come and get me until it is black dark. Maybe they think I'm dead. Lawd have mercy, Jesus! Send somebody to get me soon, please Jesus!" The flies were making the buzzing sound and she felt her body throbbing in a rhythm with the flies. Fever parched her lips and eyes and her bruised hands and ran through her brutalized flesh. Question why did vyry’s friends wait until after dark to help her ?

Read the passage from animal farm. as clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears. if she could have spoken her thoughts, it would have been to say that this was not what they had aimed at when they had set themselves years ago to work for the overthrow of the human race. these scenes of terror and slaughter were not what they had looked forward to on that night when old major first stirred them to rebellion. if she herself had had any picture of the future, it had been of a society of animals set free from hunger and the whip, all equal, each working according to his capacity, the strong protecting the weak, as she had protected the lost brood of ducklings with her foreleg on the night of major's speech. instead—she did not know why—they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere, and when you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces after confessing to shocking crimes. there was no thought of rebellion or disobedience in her mind. she knew that, even as things were, they were far better off than they had been in the days of jones, and that before all else it was needful to prevent the return of the human beings. whatever happened she would remain faithful, work hard, carry out the orders that were given to her, and accept the leadership of napoleon. but still, it was not for this that she and all the other animals had hoped and toiled. it was not for this that they had built the windmill and faced the bullets of jones's gun. such were her thoughts, though she lacked the words to express them. what was most likely orwell’s purpose for writing this passage? to show that clover is more sensitive to violence than the others to remind readers of major's speech and the original rebellion to present napoleon as a cruel leader unworthy of the animals’ support to represent misled followers and their dashed hopes for better lives