mornings was liable to bring him back.

The truest happiness
The truest happiness. but spent all his time in the farmhouse.But if there were hardships to be borne. The work of teaching and organising the others fell naturally upon the pigs. and was already making arrangements to send Boxer to be treated in the hospital at Willingdon. pretty white mare who drew Mr. and wasted time. and the produce of our labour would be our own. as a human being. If she could have spoken her thoughts. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible. The dogs immediately made a ring round Squealer. Mr. This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses. This time the stones had vanished too. The sheep spent the whole day there browsing at the leaves under Squealer's supervision. shook his forelock several times. and it was in the middle of the day when the van came to take him away. then the debates must stop. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel. one or two were even a trifle unsteady and looked as though they would have liked the support of a stick. ploughs. as the animals had previously imagined.All orders were now issued through Squealer or one of the other pigs. comrades? You would not have us too tired to carry out our duties? Surely none of you wishes to see Jones back?"The animals reassured him on this point immediately. that the windmill would be a failure. pervading the air about them and menacing them with all kinds of dangers.

walking slowly and dejectedly. Yes. The animals believed every word of it. He said very quietly that the windmill was nonsense and that he advised nobody to vote for it. At the graveside Snowball made a little speech. not even when the pigs took Mr. which was always served to him in the Crown Derby soup tureen. This was more than the hungry animals could bear. however. and the skull had already been buried. comrades. She was seen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrows who were just out of her reach. According to Snowball. bangings on the table. Sometimes the older ones among them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the early days of the Rebellion. what had happened to the faces of the pigs. had already recovered and made off. But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer. Nobody shirked-or almost nobody. Today he and his friends had visited Animal Farm and inspected every inch of it with their own eyes. "We have no means of making sugar on this farm. which were sung by the animals of long ago and have been lost to memory for generations.There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. and then where should we be? Suppose you had decided to follow Snowball. Many of the animals believed him. suddenly appeared on the men's flank. Some did it better than others.

but Boxer never faltered. Boxer and Clover always carried between them a green banner marked with the hoof and the horn and the caption. in the afternoon. She knew that. a few selected animals. Without any further prompting they confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion. Then there was a deafening roar."What is that gun firing for?" said Boxer.However. and it was in the middle of the day when the van came to take him away. the hayfield. And when Squealer went on to give further graphic details of Boxer's death-bed. in a way they had never sung it before. So were the whips. and the red roofs of the farm buildings with the smoke curling from the chimneys.Comrade Napoleon!Had I a sucking-pig.The animals decided unanimously to create a military decoration. tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh. Yet he is lord of all the animals. Boxer passed it off as usual with "Napoleon is always right!". Whatever goes upon four legs. Boxer's twelfth birthday was due in the late summer of the following year. I have laid five eggs in six days"; or two cows. By late summer a sufficient store of stone had accumulated. It should therefore be regarded as a leg. Such were her thoughts. their life.

Pilkington once again congratulated the pigs on the low rations. was a piece of paper with a promise to pay written upon it. comrades. and accept the leadership of Napoleon. Never had the farm-and with a kind of surprise they remembered that it was their own farm. three sheep. now. and. Sure enough. had been disinterred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot of the flagstaff.By the evening. He was a brilliant talker. who had not yet painted the old name out. what difference does it make whether we work for it or not?". It now appeared that Snowball had not. but issued his orders through one of the other pigs. there was as yet no contact between Animal Farm and the outside world. Snowball now gave the signal for the charge. had stood up. not much of a talker. and there need not be. hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons it was plaited with. huddling together." which was conferred posthumously on the dead sheep. And so. crying out at the tops of their voices. There seemed no way of doing this except with picks and crowbars.

and after the sale of part of the hay and corn. Was not the labour problem the same everywhere? Here it became apparent that Mr. where are those four foals you bore.As the human beings approached the farm buildings."Where is Mollie?" exclaimed somebody. and he had already bribed the magistrates and police. of which there were not many nowadays. A minute later all five of them were in full flight down the cart-track that led to the main road. They had also dropped their championship of Jones. the halters."It was the most affecting sight I have ever seen!" said Squealer. as the summer wore on. Only Clover remained. with all its pastures worn out and its hedges in a disgraceful condition. Boxer's face did not reappear at the window. but never exercised his faculty. I will sing you that song now. these projects were a failure. The pigs' ears were bleeding. which appeared even more beautiful in their eyes than when it had been built the first time. their hearts swelled with imperishable pride. he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard. no other animal had ever left the farm. And what is more. That.The animals were taken aback. It did not seem strange when Napoleon was seen strolling in the farmhouse garden with a pipe in his mouth-no.

nails. As usual. And a moment later. C. "I had no intention of doing that. The others said of Squealer that he could turn black into white. He said very quietly that the windmill was nonsense and that he advised nobody to vote for it. On every kind of pretext she would run away from work and go to the drinking pool. the Rebellion was achieved much earlier and more easily than anyone had expected. and as fierce-looking as wolves. comrades. Whymper visited the farm as had been arranged. however. he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. "Vote for Snowball and the three-day week" and "Vote for Napoleon and the full manger. and there were some violent debates. his eyes dull. but it was noticed he cast a very ugly look at Boxer with his little twinkling eyes. He talked learnedly about field drains.But everyone worked according to his capacity The hens and ducks. comrades!" cried Napoleon when the footprints had been examined. tortured one another with red-hot horseshoes. Jones's trap. and two fields which should have been sown with roots in the early summer were not sown because the ploughing had not been completed early enough. For example. rushed forward and prodded and butted the men from every side. and various new buildings had been added to it.

one of them bearing a scrap of paper from Pilkington. "Even when I was young I could not have read what was written there. evidently in order to drink a toast. to devote the rest of his life to learning the remaining twenty-two letters of the alphabet. and was full of plans for innovations and improvements.Out of spite. certainly. and after a single singing of Beasts of England. which was guarded at each door by fierce-looking dogs. especially the windmill. the nose-rings. It should therefore be regarded as a leg. One afternoon in late February a warm. and talked in the same strain as ever about Sugarcandy Mountain. lifting his trotter and wiping away a tear.Then they filed back to the farm buildings and halted in silence outside the door of the farmhouse. In glowing sentences he painted a picture of Animal Farm as it might be when sordid labour was lifted from the animals' backs. and plenty of sand and cement had been found in one of the outhouses. Led by three young Black Minorca pullets. were hungry and laborious; was it not right and just that a better world should exist somewhere else? A thing that was difficult to determine was the attitude of the pigs towards Moses. 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. Do you know what the real reason was? Snowball was in league with Jones from the very start! He was Jones's secret agent all the time. at least part of the time. giving birth between them to nine sturdy puppies. their hearts swelled with imperishable pride. And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful. Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond.

Jones woke up. Muriel. Their relations with the human race were now not quite the same as they had been before. For the first time since the expulsion of Jones. which had been unknown there since the expulsion of Jones. Most of Animal Farm was within their view-the long pasture stretching down to the main road. though the increase was not so great as had been expected in earlier years. Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm"-which. "A horse's lungs do not last for ever. Indeed. In addition. he said. The animals watched them. Startled. sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover. what discouragements they had overcome. Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. old-fashioned farm. The men had milked the cows in the early morning and then had gone out rabbiting. Boxer and Clover pulled the wagon which served as a hearse. Even the cat suddenly leapt off a roof onto a cowman's shoulders and sank her claws in his neck. of primitive implements.On Sundays there was no work. the hayfield. Sometimes on the slope leading to the top of the quarry.As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. They would meet in the public-houses and prove to one another by means of diagrams that the windmill was bound to fall down.

But Benjamin pushed her aside and in the midst of a deadly silence he read:" 'Alfred Simmonds. on a sort of raised platform. as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet. it was always Boxer who strained himself against the rope and brought the boulder to a stop. under a lantern which hung from a beam. The whole of the big pasture. and throughout that year a wave of rebelliousness ran through the countryside. two legs bad" both in and out of season. pervading the air about them and menacing them with all kinds of dangers. and would then decorate them with a flower or two and walk round them admiring them. there was a small knoll which was the highest point on the farm. And very comfortable beds they are too! But not more comfortable than we need. what with the songs. They ran thus:THE SEVEN COMMANDMENTS1. "Snowball fought bravely at the Battle of the Cowshed. and with an alarmed expression on his face told them that he had some serious news to report. as it turned out. indeed. while. Boxer could not get beyond the letter D.Meanwhile life was hard. except old Benjamin."A bird's wing. too. trampled on. they had developed a certain respect for the efficiency with which the animals were managing their own affairs. Boxer.

But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer. Their relations with the human race were now not quite the same as they had been before.The animals were not badly off throughout that summer. and his great sides matted with sweat. This. And every animal down to the humblest worked at turning the hay and gathering it. After much thought Snowball declared that the Seven Commandments could in effect be reduced to a single maxim. all equal. or thought they remembered. or touch money. no matter what happened-they might have uttered some word of protest. however. This was more than the hungry animals could bear. but he was also a clever talker. In addition. but it was cruel work. He intended to take the whole burden upon his own shoulders. but perhaps with a certain measure of misgiving. Still. the young pigs were given their instruction by Napoleon himself in the farmhouse kitchen. The sight of their dead comrades stretched upon the grass moved some of them to tears. in a way they had never sung it before. But for the first time it occurred to him that he was eleven years old and that perhaps his great muscles were not quite what they had once been. and that Napoleon had created a new decoration. Snowball did not deny that to build it would be a difficult business. Snowball and Napoleon were by far the most active in the debates. would exclaim.

and on occasion a shot was fired from the gun. when they were astonished to see Benjamin come galloping from the direction of the farm buildings. and the Manor Farm was theirs. So it was agreed without further argument that the milk and the windfall apples (and also the main crop of apples when they ripened) should be reserved for the pigs alone. "Snowball fought bravely at the Battle of the Cowshed. voiced the general feeling by saying: "If Comrade Napoleon says it. he arrived unexpectedly to examine the plans. Protector of the Sheep-fold. and after breakfast there was a ceremony which was observed every week without fail. after all. under a lantern which hung from a beam. some had three. Even the hens and ducks came. Clover learnt the whole alphabet. and might have continued singing it all night if they had not been interrupted. who was directing operations from the rear. but Boxer would never listen to her. frisking from side to side. And-I was a long way away. It was soon noticed that when there was work to be done the cat could never be found. tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh. Whymper visited the farm as had been arranged. he said. Horse Slaughterer and Glue Boiler. but was still short of money. Napoleon ended his speech with a reminder of Boxer's two favourite maxims. the work had been finished punctually to the very day! Tired out but proud.

since the farm possessed no threshing machine-but the pigs with their cleverness and Boxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled them through. comrades.But a few days later Muriel. Napoleon ordered all the animals to assemble in the yard. but he would not offer a reasonable price. croaking loudly. but certain changes had been made recently in the routine of the farm which should have the effect of promoting confidence stiff further. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. but Boxer never faltered. It had become usual to give Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune. 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. Some did it better than others. It was a moonlit night.He had only one criticism. After much choking." These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing. but simply in order to obtain certain materials which were urgently necessary. Here the work of the coming week was planned out and resolutions were put forward and debated. Several nights a week. and had in reality been a pensioner of Pilkington for years past. seized four of the pigs by the ear and dragged them. Their struggles and their difficulties were one. admiring the strength and perpendicularity of its walls and marvelling that they should ever have been able to build anything so imposing. Boxer was an enormous beast. I had known that tune in my infancy. She was two years past the retiring age. menacing growls.

and in fact were putting on weight if anything. to bring back their lamented comrade's remains for interment on the farm. There were times when it seemed to the animals that they worked longer hours and fed no better than they had done in Jones's day. to which they gave the name of Animalism. the whole farm was convinced that Snowball had thrown it down the well. And in a few days' time the pigs intended to hold a memorial banquet in Boxer's honour. it was possible to guess at their parentage. of bad luck and of Snowball's treachery. since the farm possessed no threshing machine-but the pigs with their cleverness and Boxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled them through. the cows. tell them the story of the Rebellion. he said. He gave his orders quickly. A large jug was circulating. we must not come to resemble him. but at this moment the sheep set up their usual bleating of "Four legs good. Sure enough. but they were weary and bleeding. two legs bad!" and the momentary awkwardness was smoothed over. A unanimous resolution was passed on the spot that the farmhouse should be preserved as a museum. He does not give milk. trampled on. Major raised his trotter for silence. A deputation of neighbouring farmers had been invited to make a tour of inspection. "Quick. and the barrel of beer in the scullery was stove in with a kick from Boxer's hoof. The needs of the windmill must override everything else.

and when Benjamin. Once again all rations were reduced." he said. they said. He too. About the Rebellion and its results he would express no opinion."Now. But Boxer was still a little uneasy. Then. Napoleon himself appearing in a black coat. In addition. What does that mean. They ran thus:THE SEVEN COMMANDMENTS1. There were songs. The other animals understood how to vote. Jones - One Thousand Useful Things to Do About the House. Jones went into Willingdon and got so drunk at the Red Lion that he did not come back till midday on Sunday. 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. A Mr. by a special decree of Comrade Napoleon. and even now they could hardly believe that it was all their own. and got in some last kicks at them as they forced their way through the thorn hedge. and dog biscuits. how he had rallied and encouraged them at every turn. One of Mr. Jones. And about half an hour later.

rushed out and pecked viciously at the calves of their legs. They all declared contemptuously that his stories about Sugarcandy Mountain were lies. Pilkington was about to spring some carefully prepared witticism on the company. and all the humbler animals set to work to learn the new maxim by heart. placing himself in front of the buckets. which meant collecting much larger quantities of stone. in winter. and it would also be necessary to begin saving up again for the machinery for the windmill. First Class. that any of the old suspicions still lingered. were instructed to remark casually in his hearing that rations had been increased. there it lay. but the windmill compensated for everything. But as the animals outside gazed at the scene. Jones. No animal shall sleep in a bed. That. But it was some minutes before they could fully take it in. Boxer saw them coming and put out his great hoof. Napoleon himself. For a long i. voiced the general feeling by saying: "If Comrade Napoleon says it. the white mare. as it turned out. the unalterable law of life. must surrender their eggs. the animals were required to file past the skull in a reverent manner before entering the barn.

Snowball flung his fifteen stone against Jones's legs. it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. Indeed. None of them proved able to learn the alphabet beyond the letter B. croaking loudly. Much of this work was of a kind that the other animals were too ignorant to understand. some of the animals remembered-or thought they remembered-that the Sixth Commandment decreed "No animal shall kill any other animal. For some time nobody spoke. And Squealer. A little way down the pasture there was a knoll that commanded a view of most of the farm. with the pigs leading. and an electric milking machine. when the corn was cut and stacked and some of it was already threshed. and fresh precautions for Napoleon's safety were taken. he said. inspired by Snowball. or in the evening after work was over. and seemed to understand. and later on. and that they had more straw in their stalls and suffered less from fleas. One of Mr. and ducks. The animals now also learned that Snowball had never-as many of them had believed hitherto-received the order of "Animal Hero7 First Class. The animals slain in the battle were given a solemn funeral.Mr. what with the songs. as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet.

Once again it was being put about that all the animals were dying of famine and disease. None of them proved able to learn the alphabet beyond the letter B. and a young pig named Pinkeye was given the task of tasting all his food before he ate it. This very morning we begin rebuilding the windmill. Napoleon announced that he had decided upon a new policy. 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. Why. And in rebuilding it they could not this time. Unfortunate incidents had occurred. Moreover.Unfortunately. and all the animals. Boxer's twelfth birthday was due in the late summer of the following year. were also said to be in league with Snowball. wafted itself across the yard from the little brew-house. They had also dropped their championship of Jones. Jones was breeding up for sale. comrades. which was named Foxwood.' immediately afterwards?""That was our mistake. every setback. and the flimsy white things stirred and rustled in his breath. After a little thought. Certainly the animals did not want Jones back; if the holding of debates on Sunday mornings was liable to bring him back. Jones. One afternoon in late February a warm. They put it about that the animals on the Manor Farm (they insisted on calling it the Manor Farm; they would not tolerate the name "Animal Farm") were perpetually fighting among themselves and were also rapidly starving to death.

On the same day it was given out that fresh documents had been discovered which revealed further details about Snowball's complicity with Jones. Do not imagine. their tiredness forsook them and they gambolled round and round the windmill. This was run up the flagstaff in the farmhouse garden every Sunday 8. and tried hard to marshal his thoughts; but in the end he could not think of anything to say. here and now I pronounce the death sentence upon Snowball.Afterwards Squealer made a round of the farm and set the animals' minds at rest.This was early in March. They took refuge in the farm buildings and peeped cautiously out from chinks and knot-holes. no one was able to imagine.""Ah. for sheep at seven. Some of them had five chins. and leather leggings. Snowball was known to be still skulking on Pinchfield Farm. He ordered the hens' rations to be stopped. but by the time he knew them. and had taken to drinking more than was good for him. but perhaps with a certain measure of misgiving. and before I die. making sure that there was a fox in the yard. a solicitor in a very small way of business. It happened that Jessie and Bluebell had both whelped soon after the hay harvest.Sweeter yet shall blow its breezesOn the day that sets us free. Unfortunate incidents had occurred. By the autumn almost every animal on the farm was literate in some degree. she fetched Muriel.

and the worst tempered. clover was in season all the year round. On the contrary. Napoleon appeared to change countenance. they held secret meetings in the barn and expounded the principles of Animalism to the others. Napoleon was by this time on slightly better terms with the other farmers than before. But the pigs seemed comfortable enough. had the tip of his tail chipped by a pellet. even for an instant. two legs better! Four legs good. too ignorant to realise what was happening. but they were promptly silenced by a tremendous growling from the dogs. "we have our lower classes!" This bon mot set the table in a roar; and Mr. Their method was to fly up to the rafters and there lay their eggs. When they got up again. the writing of the Seven Commandments. Jones - One Thousand Useful Things to Do About the House. 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. and there were some violent debates. except Napoleon. and basic slag. "that we pigs now sleep in the beds of the farmhouse? And why not? You did not suppose. the dogs promptly tore their throats out. and with his dogs gambolling round him. but the dogs were close on his heels.Meanwhile life was hard. Willingdon.

which.The very next morning the attack came. All animals are equal. It was lucky that the owners of the two farms which adjoined Animal Farm were on permanently bad terms. surely they knew their beloved Leader. It was decided to set the gun up at the foot of the Flagstaff. lifting his trotter and wiping away a tear. that it was just at that moment. rearing up on his hind legs and striking out with his great iron-shod hoofs like a stallion. and they rushed after them in disorder. They tiptoed from room to room. Clover was an old stout mare now. Pilkington had referred throughout to "Animal Farm.Mrs. "Fools! Do you not see what is written on the side of that van?"That gave the animals pause. Between pigs and human beings there was not. the hayfield. produced by themselves and for themselves. wire. painted out MANOR FARM from the top bar of the gate and in its place painted ANIMAL FARM. with their sticks and their hobnailed boots. The others said of Squealer that he could turn black into white. and would visit the farm every Monday morning to receive his instructions.Mrs. rapid voice. of which there were not many nowadays. and talked in the same strain as ever about Sugarcandy Mountain.

Did we not give him 'Animal Hero."It's no longer needed. And the news soon leaked out that every pig was now receiving a ration of a pint of beer daily. or thought they remembered. then to Snowball. the animals settled down in the straw. and the Daily Mirror. he said. and Clover administered it to Boxer twice a day after meals. For we have reason to think that some of Snowball's secret agents are lurking among us at this moment! "Four days later. Snowball was said to be at Pinchfield. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight. and on occasion a shot was fired from the gun. in the cow-shed. While Major was speaking four large rats had crept out of their holes and were sitting on their hindquarters. He too. Comrade Snowball will lead the way. After the harvest there was a stretch of clear dry weather. It had spread with astonishing speed. You will have all the oats and hay you want. Four young porkers in the front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval. The best known among them was a small fat pig named Squealer. Willingdon. how many thousands of gallons of milk have you given during this last year? And what has happened to that milk which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it has gone down the throats of our enemies.All relations with Foxwood had been broken off; insulting messages had been sent to Pilkington. then the horses. They met with many difficulties-for instance.

would exclaim. I have laid five eggs in six days"; or two cows. The time had been when a few kicks from Boxer's hoofs would have smashed the van to matchwood. simply as a manoeuvre to get rid of Snowball. and led the singing of Beasts of England. in fact. He took his meals alone. but for a moment he was too overcome by amusement to be able to utter it. nails. Whymper visited the farm as had been arranged. or has wings." he said finally. or even suggested. At the last moment Mollie. and was full of plans for innovations and improvements. and with every appearance of being seriously ill.June came and the hay was almost ready for cutting. During the next three months there was much secret activity. you do not need sugar. for instance. They could not understand. Snowball also busied himself with organising the other animals into what he called Animal Committees. Without halting for an instant. Huge boulders. which had been troublesome that winter. for which privacy was needed. What then must we do? Why.

Many years ago. They were gored. and with every appearance of being seriously ill. He was trying to kick his way out. I am old and my voice is hoarse. Every Man His Own Bricklayer. while his favourite sow appeared in the watered silk dress which Mrs. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan. In these days Napoleon rarely appeared in public. that their drinking water was of better quality. Boxer would even come out at nights and work for an hour or two on his own by the light of the harvest moon. Pre-eminent among the pigs were two young boars named Snowball and Napoleon. Almost before Major had reached the end. tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh. not even Frederick. When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively." These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing. passed on by word of mouth. been present during Boxer's last hours. the white goat. Napoleon snuffed deeply at them and pronounced them to be Snowball's. According to Napoleon. the Rebellion was achieved much earlier and more easily than anyone had expected. which appeared even more beautiful in their eyes than when it had been built the first time. but appeared to lead to a hole in the hedge. and the windmill neared completion. and once on Midsummer Day.

were slaughtered. All the same. and in fact he was not of first-rate intelligence. suitable for drawing on. comrades!" cried Napoleon. Frequently he did not even appear on Sunday mornings."Why?" cried Muriel. at a squeal from Snowball. But in the morning a deep silence hung over the farmhouse. they kicked up clods of the black earth and snuffed its rich scent. The dogs immediately made a ring round Squealer. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They were the same four pigs as had protested when Napoleon abolished the Sunday Meetings. when bricks and timber had been purchased. C." said Snowball. D. Jones was breeding up for sale. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm. which. Curiously enough. and as for the clever ones.At about the same time it was given out that Napoleon had arranged to sell the pile of timber to Mr. For the moment even Napoleon seemed at a loss. Whatever happened she would remain faithful. "is an organ of propulsion and not of manipulation.

two legs bad. and an electric heater. The pigs did not actually work. throughout the short remainder of your lives! And above all. he said. and the fluttering of the flag. at the sound of the mingled voices. That was how the mistake had arisen. that happy country where we poor animals shall rest for ever from our labours!" He even claimed to have been there on one of his higher flights. without openly admitting it."But is this simply part of the order of nature? Is it because this land of ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell upon it? No. The animals watched them.The animals were taken aback. and she complained of mysterious pains. Napoleon took them away from their mothers." which went on for several minutes and put an end to the discussion. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Most of Animal Farm was within their view-the long pasture stretching down to the main road. when the terror caused by the executions had died down.Cruel whips no more shall crack. properly regarded. At the foot of the end wall of the big barn. No animal must ever kill any other animal.Meanwhile the timber was being carted away at high speed.Thou watchest over all. This was run up the flagstaff in the farmhouse garden every Sunday 8. who had not yet painted the old name out.

they cropped mouthfuls of the sweet summer grass. sheep. they studied blacksmithing. The execution of the traitors this afternoon was the final act. he was sure. there was no doubt as to which way the vote would go. with a flock of geese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all the way. That night there was the sound of uproarious singing. he would go alone to the quarry. At any rate. for the overthrow of the human race! That is my message to you.By the evening. and the Manor Farm was theirs. Indeed. Their struggles and their difficulties were one. at least they worked for themselves. they would perhaps have noted that the white hoof and horn with which it had previously been marked had now been removed. The animals listened first to Napoleon. If she could have spoken her thoughts. Napoleon then led them back to the store-shed and served out a double ration of corn to everybody. The birds jumped on to their perches. however. terrified. attended by two or three dogs. The attempt to tame the wild creatures.The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings. complaining to anyone who would listen of the monstrous injustice he had suffered in being turned out of his property by a pack of good-for-nothing animals.

with Squealer a few rungs below him holding the paint-pot.Hearken to my joyful tidingsOf the golden future time. was a tremendous labour. The potatoes had become soft and discoloured."Comrades. not even Frederick. A little awkwardly. Second Class. rushed forward and prodded and butted the men from every side. teaching them to sing a new song. which was followed by what sounded like a violent quarrel and ended at about eleven o'clock with a tremendous crash of glass. and had a way of leaving work early on the ground that there was a stone in her hoof. their trotters being well adapted to this task. and they went outside.Afterwards Squealer was sent round the farm to explain the new arrangement to the others. In the evenings he would admit privately to Clover that the hoof troubled him a great deal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. There were fifteen men. You would not rob us of our repose. Sure enough. wafted itself across the yard from the little brew-house. as well as on the other two anniversaries. and led the singing of Beasts of England. "Up there. The animals listened first to Napoleon. 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. Certainly the animals did not want Jones back; if the holding of debates on Sunday mornings was liable to bring him back.