Description from Anne of Green Gables VS My Own

     She opened her eyes and looked about her. They were on the crest of a hill. The sun had set some time since, but the landscape was still clear in the mellow afterlight. To the west a dark church spire rose up against a marigold sky. Below was a little valley and beyond a long, gently-rising slope with snug farmsteads scattered along it. From one to another the child's eyes darted, eager and wistful. At last they lingered on one away to the left, far back from the road, dimly white with blossoming trees in the twilight of the surrounding woods. Over it, in the stainless southwest sky, a great crystal-white star was shining like a lamp of guidance and promise.
     "That's it, isn't it?" she said, pointing.
Matthew slapped the reins on the sorrel's back delightedly.
     "Well now, you've guessed it! But I reckon Mrs. Spencer described it so's you could tell."
     "No, she didn't--really she didn't. All she said might just as well have been about most of those other places. I hadn't any real idea what it looked like. But just as soon as I saw it I felt it was home."
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L. M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables, Chapter 2, page 21

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     The cold wind blew through her soft hair gently and shot up her loose pant-legs.  It had been a long time since she had dared to come here, but now that she had, she felt at peace.  The morning fog had not yet disappeared, and the trees were bare showing that it was winter.  Breathing slowly, she sucked in the cold air and let it come out in a foggy cloud.  The graveyard did not seem to be as scary or dark a place as it normally was in movies.  It was simply a place where people -much like her- could go and remember the old times they had had with those who were once alive.
     Crouching down, she stared at her mother's simple-looking gravestone.  It had been too long, but now, as she looked thoughtfully at the stone, she felt forgiven for everything she had ever done.
     "I did it, mom." The woman said shyly with a tear forming in her eye. "I took care of the girls.  They are all happily married and Reagan even has a little child.  I'm sorry for not coming when you were still here.  I'm sorry for running away, but I came back.  I came back and made sure that my sisters were taken care of.  I," A little cough escaped her mouth.  She was too sick to be out here.  She should have stayed inside where it was warm.  But she was still glad she had come.  Now her mother could understand and sleep in peace.  What was broken now was mended, at least as well as it could for the time being.

The Consequences of the Golden Calf

      So Aaron said, “Do not let the anger of my lord become hot. You know the people, that they are set on evil. 23 For they said to me, ‘Make us gods that shall go before us; as for this Moses, the man who brought us out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.’ 24 And I said to them, ‘Whoever has any gold, let them break it off.’ So they gave it to me, and I cast it into the fire, and this calf came out.”

     25 Now when Moses saw that the people were unrestrained (for Aaron had not restrained them, to their shame among their enemies), 26 then Moses stood in the entrance of the camp, and said, “Whoever is on the Lord’s side—come to me!” And all the sons of Levi gathered themselves together to him. 27 And he said to them, “Thus says the Lord God of Israel: ‘Let every man put his sword on his side, and go in and out from entrance to entrance throughout the camp, and let every man kill his brother, every man his companion, and every man his neighbor.’” 28 So the sons of Levi did according to the word of Moses. And about three thousand men of the people fell that day. 29 Then Moses said, “Consecrate yourselves today to the Lord, that He may bestow on you a blessing this day, for every man has opposed his son and his brother.”

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Exodus 32:22-29

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     In this section from the Bible, the Israelites disobeyed God while Moses was absent, so they were punished.  Aaron tried to explain to Moses that he had not concocted to idol himself, but that the calf just popped out of the fire.  I think it is humorous that way he says this because instead of confessing and admitting his fault, he tries so hard to conceal it.  Moses, fuming with anger at his cynical people, asked for those that were on God's side to separate themselves from the evil.  Then, the ones that went to Moses were told to slaughter their own family and friends as the Lord had told them to.  I feel so sorry for those who had to do that.  It must have been a very gory, traumatic scene.   I cannot even imagine having to only listen to all the screams of the people, nevertheless, kill any of those children.  I do understand, however, that after what all those people had done -worshiping idols, sacrificing, being immoral- they had to be punished by death, for they were acting just like the Egyptians had.  Since God's people had done wrong and acted shamefully, they had to be disciplined.

The Death on Animals Farm

    Presently, the tumult died down. The four pigs waited, trembling, with guilt written on every line of their countenances. Napoleon now called upon them to confess their crimes. They were the same four pigs as had protested when Napoleon abolished the Sunday Meetings. Without any further prompting, they confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion, that they had collaborated with him in destroying the windmill, and that they had entered into an agreement with him to hand over Animal Farm to Mr Frederick. They added that Snowball had privately admitted to them that he had been Jones' secret agent for years past. When they had finished their confession, the dogs promptly tore their throats out, and in a terrible voice Napoleon demanded whether any other animal had anything to confess. 
     The three hens who had been the ringleaders in the attempted rebellion over the eggs now came forward and stated that Snowball had appeared to them in a dream and incited them to disobey Napoleon's orders. They too, were slaughtered.  Then a goose came forward and confessed to having secreted six ears of corn during last year's harvest and eaten them in the night.  Then a sheep confessed to having urinated in the drinking pool-urged to do this, so she said, by Snowball-and two other sheep confessed  murdered an old ram, an especially devoted follower of Napoleon, by chasing him round and round a bonfire when he was suffering from a cough.  They were all slain on the spot.
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 George Orwell's Animals Farm, chapter 7, page 83-84

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      This part of the book makes me sad and confused.  The animals confess to doing such crimes, but why?  It is difficult to believe that they really did those things.  Somehow convincing them to admit, Napoleon was able to get them out of the way, but why did he see them as a threat?  What had they done?  Why would they say such things when they saw before them, their fellow friends get torn to pieces?  Torturing them, Napoleon must have made them so weak that they would admit to what he wished, so why then did Orwell not mention that certain animals had gone missing for a period of time?  I also find it hard to understand how the animals, having witnessed such a horrific scene, would not have had a discussion in the barn about what had happened.  How could they keep from talking?  The poor things must have been in such shock!  Communism is truly terrible, and it makes me sad to read about creatures dieing even as simply as George Orwell has put it.