The reins. and sleep between blankets.

 there was the question of the defence of the farm
 there was the question of the defence of the farm. I had known that tune in my infancy. was a piece of paper with a promise to pay written upon it. to which they gave the name of Animalism. if more money were needed.Comrade Napoleon!Thou are the giver ofAll that thy creatures love. Frederick and his men might make their long-expected attack at any moment. I could show you this in his own writing. Frederick had wanted to pay for the timber with something called a cheque. Boxer passed it off as usual with "Napoleon is always right!". They had made their way on to the little knoll where the half-finished windmill stood.Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness. This was run up the flagstaff in the farmhouse garden every Sunday 8. several men dropped their sticks and tried to run. far too big to be used as they were. Suddenly he slipped and it seemed certain that they had him. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals managing a farm for themselves. I had known that tune in my infancy. The sight of their dead comrades stretched upon the grass moved some of them to tears. There would be no need for any of the animals to come in contact with human beings. The banknotes were forgeries! Frederick had got the timber for nothing!Napoleon called the animals together immediately and in a terrible voice pronounced the death sentence upon Frederick. For myself I do not grumble.The animals were not badly off throughout that summer. The potatoes had become soft and discoloured. But Squealer counselled them to avoid rash actions and trust in Comrade Napoleon's strategy.It had come to his knowledge. They could not knock it down in a week.

 always at the spot where the work was hardest. with two dogs to wait upon him. menacing growls. the animals were still unfed.But it was a slow. after Mr. the goat. with his moonshine of windmills-Snowball. no animal had killed another animal. however. Some day it was coming: it might not be soon." said one of the hens. Squealer came to announce the news to the others. At eleven o'clock Squealer came out to make another announcement. the strong protecting the weak. it was not for this that she and all the other animals had hoped and toiled. However. On some suitable pretext Whymper was led through the store-shed and allowed to catch a glimpse of the bins. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth. but perhaps with a certain measure of misgiving. and the mugs were emptied to the dregs. who stood on two legs. According to Napoleon. It is all lies. kicked off his boots at the back door. his mug in his hand. They were struck dumb with surprise when Napoleon announced that he had sold the pile of timber to Frederick.

 But the pigs were so clever that they could think of a way round every difficulty. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day. growling dogs roamed everywhere. unable to make up his mind. and the men easily drove the geese off with their sticks. They had had a hard year. when they grow old and toothless. Snowball launched his first attack. Not a pig appeared to be stirring. FOUR LEGS GOOD. and we will build all through the winter. swishing his long black tail against his sides and occasionally uttering a little whinny of surprise. and in fact understood the business of mowing and raking far better than Jones and his men had ever done. Napoleon ordered all the animals to assemble in the yard. ratcatcher breeches. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them." he said. comrades. emphasising the need for all animals to be ready to die for Animal Farm if need be. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible.Yes. but I know. Yes. Even the cat suddenly leapt off a roof onto a cowman's shoulders and sank her claws in his neck. The sheep were the greatest devotees of the Spontaneous Demonstration. She neighed again. I would not have believed that such things could happen on our farm.

Beasts of England. Jones's trap. The best known among them was a small fat pig named Squealer. the pigeons cooed it in the elms. Gradually the plans grew into a complicated mass of cranks and cog-wheels. in which. The pigeons had been told to avoid Pinchfield Farm and to alter their slogan from "Death to Frederick" to "Death to Pilkington. The dog shrieked for mercy and the other two fled with their tails between their legs. presided over by himself. he said."By this time the weather had broken and the spring ploughing had begun. Snowball had made a close study of some back numbers of the Farmer and Stockbreeder which he had found in the farmhouse. they laboured in the fields; in winter they were troubled by the cold. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. the uproar awoke Mr. Huge boulders. Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their different fashions. He assured them that the resolution against engaging in trade and using money had never been passed. and various others. and the pigs had great difficulty in making them see that this was contrary to the spirit of Animalism. of marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to a post in the garden. at least part of the time. with two dogs to wait upon him. or the cruel retribution they had just witnessed."Meanwhile Frederick and his men had halted about the windmill."Muriel. Boxer was an enormous beast.

 which was always served to him in the Crown Derby soup tureen. any animal that could lay hold of the rope-even the pigs sometimes joined in at critical moments-they dragged them with desperate slowness up the slope to the top of the quarry. the stalls with electric light and hot and cold water. like a piece of artillery. There were the bricks. he said. who looked round. and Pincher were dead. and the next moment the cowardly enemy was running for dear life. do not adopt his vices. and the Daily Mirror. The words ran:Beasts of England. Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. was sprawling beside it. He turned to go. rich. as Squealer did not fail to point out. since the farm possessed no threshing machine-but the pigs with their cleverness and Boxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled them through. Snowball has sold himself to Frederick of Pinchfield Farm. with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut. shrewd man. that on such a farm a spirit of licence and indiscipline would prevail. Whymper had bought himself a dogcart. and with his dogs gambolling round him. At this moment the man on the box whipped up his horses and the van moved out of the yard at a smart trot. they secretly trembled. we are all brothers.

 and the following morning Squealer was able to tell them that he was well on the way to recovery. "those ribbons that you are so devoted to are the badge of slavery. it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. In nothing that he said or did was there any sign that his strength was not what it had been. Mollie. And when Squealer went on to give further graphic details of Boxer's death-bed. and if one of them said that such and such a field was just right for cabbages.Comrade Napoleon!Thou are the giver ofAll that thy creatures love. It was noticed that they were especially liable to break into "Four legs good."A bird's wing. They could not understand. harrows. or any of the present company. but could never think of any resolutions of their own. on a sort of raised platform. It now appeared that Snowball was not. C. filed into the barn. Now that Snowball was out of the way. The needs of the windmill must override everything else. No one noticed the wondering faces of the animals that gazed in at the window.Nevertheless." he said. and more firing of the gun. and a special gift of an apple was bestowed on every animal. but the windmill compensated for everything.November came.

 their life. Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg. Squealer was with them for the greater part of every day.At one end of the big barn. and then the pigs. to bring back their lamented comrade's remains for interment on the farm. The next moment a choking roar of rage sounded from Napoleon's apartments. and Whymper had advised Napoleon to sell it; both Mr. It was noticed that they were especially liable to break into "Four legs good. who looked round. And the news soon leaked out that every pig was now receiving a ration of a pint of beer daily. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day. and for a few moments they appeared to go quite mad. but by the time he knew them. Without saying anything to the others. who had just come in to lay again. was to be ploughed up. comrades? Have you any record of such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?" And since it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed in writing. walking with the utmost care for fear of disturbing anything. To my mind this explains a great deal.The animals decided unanimously to create a military decoration. The animals had never heard of anything of this kind before (for the farm was an old-fashioned one and had only the most primitive machinery). And Boxer's stall was empty. Whymper had bought himself a dogcart. Whatever happened she would remain faithful. It had become usual to give Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune. but simply in order to obtain certain materials which were urgently necessary.

" This was to be suppressed.The animals huddled about Clover. And by the time the sheep had quieted down. of primitive implements. listening to him. Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. it was he who had actually been the leader of the human forces. Long live Animal Farm! Long live Comrade Napoleon! Napoleon is always right. It was also found that the stupider animals. They continued to behave very much as before. Boxer worked harder than ever."What victory?" said Boxer. beans. Snowball launched his first attack. and continued to report to the outside world that there was no food shortage on Animal Farm. terrified. They found it comforting to be reminded that. A little way down the pasture there was a knoll that commanded a view of most of the farm. when he inclined toward Pilkington. This. and we will build all through the winter. She was between the shafts of a smart dogcart painted red and black. through the agency of Whymper. He intended to take the whole burden upon his own shoulders. they were both thoroughly frightened by the rebellion on Animal Farm. as we now know. intended to create a little disorder.

 Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. some of the animals remembered-or thought they remembered-that the Sixth Commandment decreed "No animal shall kill any other animal. how even animals could bring themselves to sing such contemptible rubbish. as she had protected the lost brood of ducklings with her foreleg on the night of Major's speech. they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes. It was a dream of the earth as it will be when Man has vanished." he said. "Boxer! Get out! Get out quickly! They're taking you to your death!"All the animals took up the cry of "Get out."Boxer!" she cried. tucked his fore hoofs beneath him. mostly sheep. for the harvest was an even bigger success than they had hoped. they flung themselves upon their tormentors." he said. uttering cries of triumph. but at this moment the sheep set up their usual bleating of "Four legs good. he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off. and fresh precautions for Napoleon's safety were taken."Is it not crystal clear. The creatures outside looked from pig to man. When Mr. Mr. never to engage in trade. "Run. the animals settled down in the straw. D. And the news soon leaked out that every pig was now receiving a ration of a pint of beer daily.

 But suddenly the dogs sitting round Napoleon let out deep. every setback. "do you know who is responsible for this? Do you know the enemy who has come in the night and overthrown our windmill? SNOWBALL!" he suddenly roared in a voice of thunder. and an overturned pot of white paint. But the problem the animals could not at first solve was how to break up the stone into pieces of suitable size. when fierce. Benjamin nodded his long muzzle. Jones's gun had been found lying in the mud. Though not yet full-grown. and even now they could hardly believe that it was all their own. At the sight. Major's speech had given to the more intelligent animals on the farm a completely new outlook on life. So far from being decorated. The solution. For the time being. Startled. but very stupid. He was a brilliant talker. of Foxwood. sing Beasts of England. in spite of inexperience. As yet no animal had actually retired on pension. to everyone's surprise. the dynamos would be installed. it must be right. that it was just at that moment. Boxer worked harder than ever.

 and others had been bought who had never heard mention of such a thing before their arrival. "Tactics." Others asked such questions as "Why should we care what happens after we are dead?" or "If this Rebellion is to happen anyway. and heard the gun firing again-seven times it was fired in all-and heard the speech that Napoleon made."Now. but Napoleon was better at canvassing support for himself in between times. He had declared himself against the windmill from the start. All the pigs were in full agreement on this point. just at the moment when Jones and his men had got inside the yard. except old Benjamin. Napoleon appeared to change countenance. the stalls with electric light and hot and cold water. His answer to every problem. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout. but it had long since passed out of my mind. had stood up. crept away in a body. caught a dog in mid-air. First came the hoisting of the flag. At first it was a little difficult to see how this fitted in with his being on Jones's side. Jones and all he stood for had almost faded out of their memories. And. In the evening he returned to the farmhouse himself. and to fire it twice a year-once on October the twelfth. whom they referred to as "Master." he said. The one argued that if they could not defend themselves they were bound to be conquered.

 Already Frederick had paid up; and the sum he had paid was just enough to buy the machinery for the windmill. Instead-she did not know why-they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind. We had thought that Snowball's rebellion was caused simply by his vanity and ambition. Whymper. The van had previously been the property of the knacker. and not having to support five extravagant human beings as well. Liberal old-age pensions had been agreed upon.At about the same time it was given out that Napoleon had arranged to sell the pile of timber to Mr. that there was ever a ruling against beds? A bed merely means a place to sleep in. Between pigs and human beings there was not. they had developed a certain respect for the efficiency with which the animals were managing their own affairs. filed into the barn. Finally there came a night when the gale was so violent that the farm buildings rocked on their foundations and several tiles were blown off the roof of the barn.Bright will shine the fields of England.That evening Squealer explained privately to the other animals that Napoleon had never in reality been opposed to the windmill. At the beginning they met with much stupidity and apathy. uttering cries of triumph. someone thought of racing ahead and shutting the five-barred gate; but in another moment the van was through it and rapidly disappearing down the road. The animals were weeding the turnip field. for any commercial purpose. The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was very active in it for some days. and found traces of Snowball almost everywhere. but Napoleon was better at canvassing support for himself in between times. and the pigs had great difficulty in making them see that this was contrary to the spirit of Animalism. the chance to utter any protest had passed. and led the singing of Beasts of England. your resolution must never falter.

 She was late for work every morning and excused herself by saying that she had overslept. the spinney.These three had elaborated old Major's teachings into a complete system of thought. neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their own labour; and there were very many of them. and he read out to her what was written on the wall. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout. The pigeons swirled into the air. he said. which invariably demonstrated that everything was getting better and better. flung it down in the yard and rushed straight into the farmhouse. Beasts of England had been abolished. he did learn E. It was impossible now to venture out of the shelter of the buildings. They ran thus:THE SEVEN COMMANDMENTS1. not even Frederick. Obviously they were going to attempt the recapture of the farm. After this they went back to the farm buildings. of whatever degree. half frightened to go on but Clover led the way in. of which there were not many nowadays. when the green fields of England should be untrodden by human feet. the pigs sent for buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully. comrades? Have you any record of such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?" And since it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed in writing. and sometimes used to read to the others in the evenings from scraps of newspaper which she found on the rubbish heap. Snowball has sold himself to Frederick of Pinchfield Farm. First came the hoisting of the flag. and very anxious to prevent their own animals from learning too much about it.

 Boxer passed it off as usual with "Napoleon is always right!". how even animals could bring themselves to sing such contemptible rubbish. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest. a paint-brush."Now. as usual. And as to the Battle of the Cowshed. Finally Napoleon raised his trotter for silence and announced that he had already made all the arrangements. nearly eighteen hands high. Too many farmers had assumed. for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse. If a window was broken or a drain was blocked up. The animals hated Moses because he told tales and did no work. the poet. and the barrel of beer in the scullery was stove in with a kick from Boxer's hoof. Sure enough. set up a loud lowing. except for the pigs and dogs. Every night. In the middle of the summer the animals were alarmed to hear that three hens had come forward and confessed that. Jones's and had painted on it a hoof and a horn in white. and sometimes when it was pushed over the edge it failed to break. during which time the other animals saw nothing of them. He was indefatigable at this. to give the signal for flight and leave the field to the enemy. the rumours of an impending treacherous attack grew stronger and stronger. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout.

 But I believe that at the Battle of the Cowshed he was a good comrade. which had been troublesome that winter." At the same time Napoleon assured the animals that the stories of an impending attack on Animal Farm were completely untrue. Though not yet full-grown. His answer to every problem. and when he was arguing some difficult point he had a way of skipping from side to side and whisking his tail which was somehow very persuasive. and in fact were putting on weight if anything. Boxer was forgotten. and. They were lust coming down the stairs when Mollie was discovered to be missing. reduced in December. never shirking and never volunteering for extra work either. The talk of setting aside a corner of the pasture for superannuated animals had long since been dropped. after an absence of several years. and already in imagination he braced himself for the task."It was the most affecting sight I have ever seen!" said Squealer. They had started the rebuilding of the windmill the day after the victory celebrations were ended Boxer refused to take even a day off work." and "memoranda. too ignorant to realise what was happening. The execution of the traitors this afternoon was the final act."No more delays. Do not imagine. when they were astonished to see Benjamin come galloping from the direction of the farm buildings. and was already making arrangements to send Boxer to be treated in the hospital at Willingdon. I think you will be able to finish the windmill without me. Squealer told them that the pigs had to expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called "files. Frederick had wanted to pay for the timber with something called a cheque.

 the crowing of the cockerel. Their bodies were buried in the orchard. he proved to them in detail that they had more oats. These would meet in private and afterwards communicate their decisions to the others. and sleep between blankets."To celebrate our victory!" cried Squealer. they said. In the end. it was said. If they had no more food than they had had in Jones's day. No animal shall wear clothes. that any animal could be so stupid. FOUR LEGS GOOD. the long working hours. as it was warm weather. Still. "I will work harder" and "Napoleon is always right. and when you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces after confessing to shocking crimes. "Boxer! Get out! Get out quickly! They're taking you to your death!"All the animals took up the cry of "Get out. the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed. Does it not say something about never sleeping in a bed?"With some difficulty Muriel spelt it out. the whole farm burst out into Beasts of England in tremendous unison. Unable at first to speak. to utilise the force of gravity. Only old Benjamin refused to grow enthusiastic about the windmill. teaching them to sing a new song. but for a moment he was too overcome by amusement to be able to utter it.

 But there were also rumours of something more serious. Pre-eminent among the pigs were two young boars named Snowball and Napoleon."He is dead. they will let him retire at the same time and be a companion to me. was not good at getting up in the mornings. so that that year the hens barely hatched enough chicks to keep their numbers at the same level. "Jones's shot only grazed him. A time came when there was no one who remembered the old days before the Rebellion. twinkling eyes. where they were toppled over the edge. Jones. The building of the windmill. seemed quite unchanged since the Rebellion. Many years ago. and we will build all through the winter. they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes. At last they could stand it no longer. In the end they finished the harvest in two days' less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. the animals broke off work and raced back to the farm buildings."I do not believe that Snowball was a traitor at the beginning. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn and the meeting broke up hurriedly. without speaking. on a sort of raised platform. He lay down. They had had a hard year. he gnawed the bark off the fruit trees. On several occasions.

There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. And when. Yet he is lord of all the animals. saying that he would make himself responsible for their education. and with a piece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter. certainly. but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies. it was announced that from now on the pigs would get up an hour later in the mornings than the other animals. Wistful glances were sent in the direction of Foxwood. They were unnecessary. They had had a hard year. flung it down in the yard and rushed straight into the farmhouse. except old Benjamin."When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears. walking slowly and dejectedly. And Boxer's stall was empty. comrades? Have you any record of such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?" And since it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed in writing.November came. which was guarded at each door by fierce-looking dogs. and always ate from the Crown Derby dinner service which had been in the glass cupboard in the drawing-room. the spinney. with his nine huge dogs frisking round him and uttering growls that sent shivers down all the animals' spines. you do not need sugar.Within a few weeks Snowball's plans for the windmill were fully worked out. When they had finished their confession. With some difficulty (for it is not easy for a pig to balance himself on a ladder) Snowball climbed up and set to work. broke down almost immediately.

 they knew every inch of the field. Snowball stood up and. He fell silent for a moment. there must be no alteration in our plans: they shall be carried out to the day. but the structure was completed."Mollie. there was as yet no contact between Animal Farm and the outside world. and expressed great admiration for everything they saw. During the next three months there was much secret activity. usually Squealer. and. she fetched Muriel."What is that gun firing for?" said Boxer.When the hens heard this. I propose this question to the meeting: Are rats comrades?"The vote was taken at once. Clover dropped to her knees at his side. Snowball suddenly turned and fled. they drank from the pool. The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. It must be due to some fault in ourselves. running faster than ever. were too strong for them; and suddenly. No one stirred in the farmhouse before noon on the following day." cried Snowball. It has all been proved by documents which he left behind him and which we have only just discovered. This was of the highest importance for the welfare of the farm.On the day appointed for the banquet.

 the strains of Beasts of England were mixed up. two legs bad!" which went on for nearly a quarter of an hour and put an end to any chance of discussion. flung it down in the yard and rushed straight into the farmhouse. Slowly. the cows. And now-thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon-we have won every inch of it back again!""Then we have won back what we had before. exhausting effort-for the harvest had to be gathered at almost the same time-the windmill was finished. The boy did not stir. I give you a toast: To the prosperity of Animal Farm!"There was enthusiastic cheering and stamping of feet. In any case he had no difficulty in proving to the other animals that they were not in reality short of food. were now almost friendly. and the farm possessed a threshing machine and a hay elevator of its own. was "I will work harder!"-which he had adopted as his personal motto. had he spoken so strongly against it? Here Squealer looked very sly. But doubtless it had been worse in the old days. and pinned him to the ground. roused their pride and partly reconciled them to the new arrangement.The animals had their breakfast. We will teach this miserable traitor that he cannot undo our work so easily. Now that the small field beyond the orchard had been set aside for barley.None of the other animals on the farm could get further than the letter A. Jones and all his men. their hearts swelled with imperishable pride. not even Frederick. "it is half-past six and we have a long day before us. As Clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears. No one noticed the wondering faces of the animals that gazed in at the window.

But a few days later Muriel. Napoleon announced that he had decided upon a new policy. with a carrot or possibly an apple on public holidays. and the pigs fell silent and sat down again. with the white stripe down his nose. whose origin was unknown. because no animal could stand on his hind legs. sheep. From now onwards Animal Farm would engage in trade with the neighbouring farms: not. and would then decorate them with a flower or two and walk round them admiring them. Between pigs and human beings there was not. then the debates must stop. quick!" he shouted. unable even to raise his head. Without saying anything. and the ducklings nestled down inside it and promptly fell asleep.Nevertheless. The others said. since no animal now stole.Sometimes the work was hard; the implements had been designed for human beings and not for animals. had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. He had. and sleep between blankets. painted out MANOR FARM from the top bar of the gate and in its place painted ANIMAL FARM. trembling. but also slept in the beds. Why.

 The cows lowed it. it was rumoured that a corner of the large pasture was to be fenced off and turned into a grazing-ground for superannuated animals. Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial. On the whole. The talk of setting aside a corner of the pasture for superannuated animals had long since been dropped. nimble movements. and the Daily Mirror. They were going to knock the windmill down. They met with many difficulties-for instance. This was of the highest importance for the welfare of the farm. He too. comrades. first Class. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight. he would say only "Donkeys live a long time. for which privacy was needed. Boxer could not get beyond the letter D." he would say solemnly. No animal shall sleep in a bed. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day.Nevertheless. Building had to stop because it was now too wet to mix the cement. In desperation the animals began appealing to the two horses which drew the van to stop. but he was also a clever talker. furious denials. First came the hoisting of the flag. Except for Mollie and Snowball.

Unfortunately. Reading out the figures in a shrill. it was noticed. Jones was asleep. whom they referred to as "Master. it was possible to guess at their parentage."It's no longer needed. They dashed straight for Snowball. For some time nobody spoke. argued that the great need of the moment was to increase food production. the Whiter Wool Movement for the sheep. Boxer was forgotten. attended by two or three dogs. As soon as they were weaned. However. do not adopt his vices. and had taken out subscriptions to John Bull. Such jobs as weeding. hardship. and was already making arrangements to send Boxer to be treated in the hospital at Willingdon. Did we not give him 'Animal Hero. the Whiter Wool Movement for the sheep. the animals were satisfied that they had been mistaken. Whatever goes upon four legs. Jones and all his men. together with the regular work of the farm. At the foot of the end wall of the big barn.

 They did not know which was more shocking-the treachery of the animals who had leagued themselves with Snowball.None of the other animals on the farm could get further than the letter A. Moses the raven. with a carrot or possibly an apple on public holidays. it came back to me in my dream. They tiptoed from room to room. They were unfailing in their attendance at the secret meetings in the barn. Jones was asleep. she went to Mollie's stall and turned over the straw with her hoof. none of which could be produced on the farm. but he was also a clever talker. with a flock of geese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all the way. The mechanical details came mostly from three books which had belonged to Mr. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn and the meeting broke up hurriedly. the dogs whined it. they said. and all four of them sprang to their feet and began speaking at once. a solicitor in a very small way of business."Mollie. with two ounces of corn for each bird and three biscuits for each dog. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science. and for hens and geese at five. two legs bad. later in the year. in the afternoon. in the vegetable garden. geese and turkeys.

 You would not rob us of our repose. trying with all his might to remember what came next and never succeeding."BOXER'S split hoof was a long time in healing. not even Frederick. comrades. First came the three dogs.Curiously enough. Someone said it was the smell of cooking barley. The animals filed slowly past.After his hoof had healed up. "Animal Hero. and an overturned pot of white paint. Even Boxer was vaguely troubled. The reins. baying ferociously. the donkey. But the pigs seemed comfortable enough. more hay. It would be a plain green flag from now onwards. They took refuge in the farm buildings and peeped cautiously out from chinks and knot-holes. It was not for this that they had built the windmill and faced the bullets of Jones's gun. hens.On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion. and the Manor Farm was theirs. was not good at getting up in the mornings. Once again all rations were reduced. I have something else to say first.

 Word had gone round during the day that old Major. Immediately the dogs bounded forward. For a moment there was great alarm; it was feared that the men might have harmed her in some way. and this sudden uprising of creatures whom they were used to thrashing and maltreating just as they chose. attended by two or three dogs. Boxer worked harder than ever. At the sight. Napoleon now called upon them to confess their crimes. And yet. Too many farmers had assumed. he and his fellow-visitors today had observed many features which they intended to introduce on their own farms immediately. The other animals understood how to vote. "read me the Fourth Commandment. it must have done so. When the animals had assembled in the big barn. was only now for the first time announcing it-that the name "Animal Farm" had been abolished. which was called Pinchfield." "minutes. He called the animals together and told them that he had a terrible piece of news to impart. That. and as Napoleon was the only boar on the farm. but it was noticed he cast a very ugly look at Boxer with his little twinkling eyes. out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs. As the summer wore on. and more firing of the gun. Then a goose came forward and confessed to having secreted six ears of corn during the last year's harvest and eaten them in the night. The blackbirds whistled it in the hedges.

 He was a brilliant talker. and lanterns in the stalls were forbidden to save Oil. Clover was an old stout mare now. 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. by their human neighbours. and the rest of the pigs.Beasts of England. above all. we are all brothers. He had flogged an old horse to death. sheep. All the other male pigs on the farm were porkers. perpetually involved in lawsuits and with a name for driving hard bargains. and the worst tempered. Even the ducks and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun. The whole of the big pasture. and no more was said about the pigs sleeping in the farmhouse beds. and announced that the mill would be named Napoleon Mill. work hard. then the dogs were gaining on him again. they hated it more than ever. and they were all alike. and seemed to understand. Snowball did not say. For some time nobody spoke. The reins. and sleep between blankets.