secret documents that we have found-that in reality he was trying to lure us to our doom. G.

There were many more mouths to feed now
There were many more mouths to feed now. Of late the sheep had taken to bleating "Four legs good. then. enjoying a drink at the pool. Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons with which the horses' manes and tails had usually been decorated on market days. as Squealer was never tired of explaining. Muriel. a solicitor living in Willingdon. Bluebell. his sides matted with sweat. Only Boxer remained on his feet. or five hundred per cent. rich. But it appears to me that that wall looks different. there was the schoolhouse for the young pigs. with the nine young dogs forming a semicircle round them. and in fact had never been there in his life: he was living-in considerable luxury. down to the last detail. with walls twice as thick as before.

At this there was a terrible baying sound outside. Jones - One Thousand Useful Things to Do About the House. who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. it was not from feeding tyrannical human beings; if they worked hard. Some day it was coming: it might not be soon. is the answer to all our problems. they said. and with a piece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter. he said. For the first time since the expulsion of Jones. the animals broke off work and raced back to the farm buildings. and usually hungry as well. What then must we do? Why. At the foot of the end wall of the big barn. as well as on the other two anniversaries. The men fired again and again. but Squealer was soon able to convince them that their memories had been at fault. No animal shall drink alcohol. and when he did.

 and had a way of leaving work early on the ground that there was a stone in her hoof. especially as they could no longer remember very clearly what conditions had been like before the Rebellion. was a spy and a tale-bearer. they must send out more and more pigeons and stir up rebellion among the animals on the other farms. and suddenly remembering the glorious thing that had happened."Meanwhile Frederick and his men had halted about the windmill. certainly. we must not come to resemble him. then the horses. she went to Mollie's stall and turned over the straw with her hoof. his first squeak should be"Comrade Napoleon!"Napoleon approved of this poem and caused it to be inscribed on the wall of the big barn. broke into a passionate appeal in favour of the windmill. "I will work harder"; he had no voice left. a schoolroom would be built in the farmhouse garden. and I think I may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now living. (How these were to be procured. With his dogs in attendance he set out and made a careful tour of inspection of the farm buildings. He had demanded payment in real five-pound notes. They had all the more reason for doing so because the news of their defeat had spread across the countryside and made the animals on the neighbouring farms more restive than ever.

 or in the evening after work was over. Nowadays they did not sit all together as they had done in the past."Comrades.YEARS passed. pass on this message of mine to those who come after you. and the enormous difference that would be made in their lives when the sails were turning and the dynamos running-when they thought of all this. "Gentlemen. "it is half-past six and we have a long day before us. the horses whinnied it. Whenever anything went wrong it became usual to attribute it to Snowball."Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. his mug in his hand. About this time. that any animal could be so stupid. Panic overtook them. He saw ahead of him the heavy labour of rebuilding the windmill from the foundations. he upset the milk-pails. rich. When they had finished their confession.

 there in the yard was a large closed van. there was a stormy debate over the correct retiring age for each class of animal. a few selected animals. Wistful glances were sent in the direction of Foxwood. Jones. presided over by himself. The potatoes had become soft and discoloured.Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. But I will come to the dream later. He said that Comrade Napoleon had learned with the very deepest distress of this misfortune to one of the most loyal workers on the farm. through the agency of Whymper. Without any further prompting they confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion. or in the evening after work was over. and promptly sat down again; he had spoken for barely thirty seconds. Napoleon appeared to change countenance. an especially devoted follower of Napoleon. but appeared to lead to a hole in the hedge. and only a few were edible. and various others.

 and after that they settled down for the night and slept as they had never slept before. was a large. the animals crept back into the barn. the animals stopped in their tracks. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them. First came the three dogs. whom they both feared and hated. and as strong as any two ordinary horses put together. he managed to get it out: "If you have your lower animals to contend with. This. for the warmest place. he was strolling across the yard. which every animal would do well to adopt as his own. The dogs saw to it that these orders were carried out. you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night.Early in October. had the tip of his tail chipped by a pellet. and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which. it was said.

 He paced up and down without a word. and the men easily drove the geese off with their sticks. was as it had always been. Frederick were anxious to buy it. In the morning the animals came out of their stalls to find that the flagstaff had been blown down and an elm tree at the foot of the orchard had been plucked up like a radish. Jones was asleep. who slept on a perch behind the back door. At this Snowball sprang to his feet. And Squealer. The shed where Snowball had drawn his plans of the windmill had been shut up and it was assumed that the plans had been rubbed off the floor. and wearing both his decorations. was to be ploughed up. too ignorant to realise what was happening. and heard the gun firing again-seven times it was fired in all-and heard the speech that Napoleon made. who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. If she herself had had any picture of the future.They had just finished singing it for the third time when Squealer. as Squealer was never tired of explaining."Now.

 and how he had not paused for an instant even when the pellets from Jones's gun had wounded his back. It was impossible now to venture out of the shelter of the buildings. Except for Mollie and Snowball. and how many of those eggs ever hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bring in money for Jones and his men. You would often hear one hen remark to another. all the animals worked like slaves that year. the processions. One of them all but closed his jaws on Snowball's tail. I had known that tune in my infancy.As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. his tail rigid and twitching. for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse. who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. bitter battle." This. None of the animals could form any idea as to what this meant.On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion. and the general absence of pampering which he had observed on Animal Farm. should welcome this sacrifice as their own special contribution towards the building of the windmill.

 Slowly they began to limp back towards the farm. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. It was given out that the animals there practised cannibalism."So the animals trooped down to the hayfield to begin the harvest. the others found that she had remained behind in the best bedroom. Above all. But the problem the animals could not at first solve was how to break up the stone into pieces of suitable size. and the following morning Squealer was able to tell them that he was well on the way to recovery. collect a load of broken stone. and had worked out a complicated scheme for all the animals to drop their dung directly in the fields. Frederick. Its owner. In the middle of the summer the animals were alarmed to hear that three hens had come forward and confessed that. who was Mr. Benjamin?"For once Benjamin consented to break his rule.Beasts of England. When it was all gone. it was always Boxer who strained himself against the rope and brought the boulder to a stop. hurriedly flung a few possessions into a carpet bag.

 drinking. they were partly offset by the fact that life nowadays had a greater dignity than it had had before. Slowly they began to limp back towards the farm. Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial. he said. All these rumours had probably originated with Snowball and his agents. Moses the raven. It had not been possible. I propose this question to the meeting: Are rats comrades?"The vote was taken at once. it was in a ceremonial manner. Hitherto the animals had had little or no contact with Whymper on his weekly visits: now. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. Until now the animals had been about equally divided in their sympathies. "surely there is no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?"Now if there was one thing that the animals were completely certain of. Snowball now gave the signal for the charge. intimated that he too had a few words to say. Last of all came the cat. and all preparations had been made. had been disinterred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot of the flagstaff.

 but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. old-fashioned farm. The animals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salute the flag. except Jones. a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile. The birds jumped on to their perches. it might not be with in the lifetime of any animal now living. and passed it on to the other animals by simple arguments. And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful. Moses.For the next two days Boxer remained in his stall. and sharply ordered Boxer to let the dog go. and nearly everyone was wounded. They were fine upstanding beasts. carry out the orders that were given to her. When it was put to them in this light.

 the pigs sent for buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully. grazing side by side and never speaking. or wear clothes. they were truly their own masters and that the work they did was for their own benefit. Frederick and his men might make their long-expected attack at any moment. His two slogans. They were the same four pigs as had protested when Napoleon abolished the Sunday Meetings. in the henhouses. In the evening Squealer called them together. That night there was the sound of uproarious singing. Only Napoleon held aloof. Finally he decided to be content with the first four letters. the uproar awoke Mr. not even human life. It was fully realised that though the human beings had been defeated in the Battle of the Cowshed they might make another and more determined attempt to recapture the farm and reinstate Mr. more speeches.

 with the animals pursuing them in triumph. and managed to limp back to his stall. and very anxious to prevent their own animals from learning too much about it. as Squealer did not fail to point out. and avoided him as much as possible. Besides. he said." never as a "reduction"). The flag was run up and Beasts of England was sung a number of times. oats and hay. you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night. chewing at a lump of sugar. Pre-eminent among the pigs were two young boars named Snowball and Napoleon. Even Boxer was vaguely troubled. Major's speech had given to the more intelligent animals on the farm a completely new outlook on life. But of all their controversies.

 appetising scent. said Squealer. he broke the eggs. "Long live Comrade Napoleon! " Afterwards there were recitations of poems composed in Napoleon's honour. Clearly this song has no longer any purpose."Bravery is not enough. A cow. In the autumn the four sows had all littered about simultaneously. Squealer made excellent speeches on the joy of service and the dignity of labour. he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard. The harvest was a little less successful than in the previous year. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on the drawing-room sofa with the News of the World over his face. Napoleon was by this time on slightly better terms with the other farmers than before. There was need of paraffin oil. and accept the leadership of Napoleon. The flag was green.

 as the animals had previously imagined. They were always cold. his voice was hoarse. walking with the utmost care for fear of disturbing anything. The animals chased them right down to the bottom of the field. he upset the milk-pails." "reports."When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears. in the barn. and wasted time. he broke the eggs. he said. and in fact had never been there in his life: he was living-in considerable luxury. "Napoleon is always right. According to Snowball.On the day appointed for the banquet.

 who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. Never to have any dealings with human beings. not far from the farm buildings. When they got up again. and nothing could be done in the fields. beasts of Ireland. comrades!"But Benjamin was watching the movements of the men intently. attended by two dogs. He would trace out A. What then must we do? Why. she tugged gently at his mane and led him round to the end of the big barn.The pigs had set aside the harness-room as a headquarters for themselves.The windmill presented unexpected difficulties.All must toil for freedom's sake. and the eggs were duly delivered. they were both thoroughly frightened by the rebellion on Animal Farm.

 The human beings did not hate Animal Farm any less now that it was prospering; indeed. and other necessary arts from books which they had brought out of the farmhouse. That was how the mistake had arisen. comrades.At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. Four young porkers in the front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval. to save the labour of cartage. Napoleon was so gratified that he left his place and came round the table to clink his mug against Mr. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science. he had been censured for showing cowardice in the battle. the long working hours. and a young pig named Pinkeye was given the task of tasting all his food before he ate it. At last they could stand it no longer.Napoleon took no interest in Snowball's committees. In the end. Jones and all his men.

 string.He had only one criticism."What victory?" said Boxer. But the Rebellion is now completed. by their human neighbours. and it was in the middle of the day when the van came to take him away. There were more songs. not even the youngest." he said. They worked diligently hardly raising their faces from the ground. There was only one candidate. But no warm mash appeared. none of which could be produced on the farm.ne the quarry was full of snowdrifts and nothing could be done. Jones and all his men. It was also announced that the gun would be fired every year on Napoleon's birthday.

 The whole of the big pasture.Bright will shine the fields of England. his voice was hoarse. and then by a hard frost which did not break till well into February. it must be right. intimated that he too had a few words to say. Muriel. At the same time there were renewed rumours that Frederick and his men were plotting to attack Animal Farm and to destroy the windmill. bitten. you can sing it better for yourselves. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. with which the meetings always ended. the halters. Moses. For we know now-it is all written down in the secret documents that we have found-that in reality he was trying to lure us to our doom. G.