and performed all kinds of mischief.

 Some of the animals talked of the duty of loyalty to Mr
 Some of the animals talked of the duty of loyalty to Mr. the hayfield. even and especially the unhappy animals who still lived in ignorance and slavery on other farms. it was gone; almost the last trace of their labour was gone! Even the foundations were partially destroyed. which saved a lot of labour on the upkeep of hedges and gates. But just at that moment. And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful. As soon as they were weaned. then stood for a little while contemplating them out of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg. whatever the appearances might be. should have a quiet place to work in. a solicitor living in Willingdon. It ran:ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS After that it did not seem strange when next day the pigs who were supervising the work of the farm all carried whips in their trotters. with Squealer a few rungs below him holding the paint-pot. Moreover. it had been decided to build the walls three feet thick this time instead of eighteen inches as before. They saw.

 but never exercised his faculty. Comrade Napoleon. Surely. he said.Purer shall its waters be. or drink alcohol.The pigs were in ecstasies over Napoleon's cunning. Several nights a week. the horses whinnied it. whisking his tail and beaming with satisfaction. One night at about twelve o'clock there was a loud crash in the yard. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on the drawing-room sofa with the News of the World over his face. Napoleon. and achieved a canter.Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness.It was a source of great satisfaction to him. broke into a passionate appeal in favour of the windmill.

3. and to fire it twice a year-once on October the twelfth. but some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain. "Come at once! They're taking Boxer away!" Without waiting for orders from the pig.Comrade Napoleon!Thou are the giver ofAll that thy creatures love. more morose and taciturn than ever. One of them. At the graveside Snowball made a little speech. And you hens. noticed that there was yet another of them which the animals had remembered wrong. she went to Mollie's stall and turned over the straw with her hoof. No creature among them went upon two legs. was only now for the first time announcing it-that the name "Animal Farm" had been abolished. It happened that Jessie and Bluebell had both whelped soon after the hay harvest. and ducks. rain or shine."Is it not crystal clear.

 Squealer's lists of figures.Napoleon. three hundred per cent. and it was agreed by an overwhelming majority that rats were comrades. which was started in March. Napoleon was so gratified that he left his place and came round the table to clink his mug against Mr. And about half an hour later. Slowly they began to limp back towards the farm. He had declared himself against the windmill from the start. and that made all the difference. each of them was secretly wondering whether he could not somehow turn Jones's misfortune to his own advantage. Napoleon. Slowly they began to limp back towards the farm. The importance of keeping the pigs in good health was all too obvious. the pigeons cooed it in the elms. and ought to subsist. The animals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salute the flag.

" All animals were equal. every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. the animals crept back into the barn. terrible stories were leaking out from Pinchfield about the cruelties that Frederick practised upon his animals. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn and the meeting broke up hurriedly. There was also "Animal Hero. It is about this that I wish to speak to you. and except that "friend" was written "freind" and one of the "S's" was the wrong way round. an especially devoted follower of Napoleon. your resolution must never falter. should have a quiet place to work in. and all the animals broke into a gallop and rushed into the yard. indeed. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible.Sweeter yet shall blow its breezesOn the day that sets us free. Its owner. came mincing daintily in.

 It was announced that the battle would be called the Battle of the Windmill. For a horse. his mug in his hand. Rumours of a wonderful farm." cried Snowball. however. The animals distrusted Pilkington. it had been of a society of animals set free from hunger and the whip.When the hens heard this. while Benjamin turned around and lashed at them with his small hoofs. Never to have any dealings with human beings. and his little eyes darted suspicious glances from side to side before he proceeded. was expected to take two years. bruised and howling. that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. more processions. though they pretended to think it merely ridiculous.

 to have dealings with scoundrels of that description. For a long time there had been rumours-circulated. but having once accepted the pigs as their teachers. he declared.All must toil for freedom's sake. the spinney. the chance to utter any protest had passed. in spite of receiving every attention a horse could have. there were a few words that he felt it incumbent upon him to say. A special committee of pigs had been at work upon them for the past three weeks. menacing growls. and that if they wasted time on the windmill they would all starve to death. But the men did not go unscathed either. not speaking. but when I have taught you the tune. "Long live Comrade Napoleon! " Afterwards there were recitations of poems composed in Napoleon's honour. ploughs.

 Some of the pigs themselves. Someone said it was the smell of cooking barley. and it was given out that they had died of coccidiosis. but in a different form. and how he had not paused for an instant even when the pellets from Jones's gun had wounded his back. bitten. were all flung down the well. and all four of them sprang to their feet and began speaking at once. with two ounces of corn for each bird and three biscuits for each dog. the other would declare that it was useless for anything except roots. more morose and taciturn than ever. All were agreed that no animal must ever live there. the lithograph of Queen Victoria over the drawing-room mantelpiece. Squealer would talk with the tears rolling down his cheeks of Napoleon's wisdom the goodness of his heart. all the animals turned and fled through the gateway into the yard."No more delays.The pigs were in ecstasies over Napoleon's cunning.

 Napoleon snuffed deeply at them and pronounced them to be Snowball's. not even the youngest. it had been of a society of animals set free from hunger and the whip. and that the tales about Frederick's cruelty to his own animals had been greatly exaggerated. the writing of the Seven Commandments. The animals slain in the battle were given a solemn funeral. since it seemed to them that they also had two legs. 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. who is even now plotting to attack us and take our farm away from us! Snowball is to act as his guide when the attack begins. the dogs whined it. Mr. they were far better off than they had been in the days of Jones. whom Mr. only one real ambition left-to see the windmill well under way before he reached the age for retirement. with the animals pursuing them in triumph. the writing of the Seven Commandments. Even when you have conquered him.

 fifteen pounds of hay. and after that they settled down for the night and slept as they had never slept before. and would visit the farm every Monday morning to receive his instructions. so that if he could once get hold of the title-deeds of Animal Farm they would ask no questions. They had had a hard year. TitBits. comrade!" cried Squealer. or thought they remembered. Napoleon. in those days they had been slaves and now they were free. Boxer was never seen again. always at the spot where the work was hardest. their hearts swelled with imperishable pride. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously. I will sing you that song now. he would say only "Donkeys live a long time. he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at.

 What then must we do? Why. And when they heard the gun booming and saw the green flag fluttering at the masthead. crying out at the tops of their voices. This was of the highest importance for the welfare of the farm. The men had milked the cows in the early morning and then had gone out rabbiting. told the sheep to stay where they were. It was a moonlit night. it was true. They had just noticed this when a cry of despair broke from every animal's throat. the sheep bleated it. Since Jones had left the farm. Napoleon inhabited separate apartments from the others. and the Manor Farm was theirs. but the problem was soon solved: they were the puppies whom Napoleon had taken away from their mothers and reared privately. The dogs flanked the procession and at the head of all marched Napoleon's black cockerel. These two had great difficulty in thinking anything out for themselves. No one noticed the wondering faces of the animals that gazed in at the window.

 enjoying a drink at the pool. he believed. geese and turkeys. From now onwards it was forbidden to sing it. comrades. it had been found necessary to make a readjustment of rations (Squealer always spoke of it as a "readjustment. Napoleon had really been in secret agreement with Frederick. The pellets scored bloody streaks along Snowball's back. with two dogs to wait upon him.And the harness from our back. The four pigs waited. Straw was laid down outside the doors of the farmhouse. Muriel began to spell out the words. This farm which he had the honour to control. But I believe that at the Battle of the Cowshed he was a good comrade.So Beasts of England was heard no more. "Up there.

 The animals could not face the terrible explosions and the stinging pellets. Indeed. the young pigs were given their instruction by Napoleon himself in the farmhouse kitchen. he does not lay eggs.Nevertheless. then stood for a little while contemplating them out of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg. Snowball was secretly frequenting the farm by night! The animals were so disturbed that they could hardly sleep in their stalls. or wear clothes. They were always cold. And Boxer put out his nose to sniff at the bank-notes. The animals distrusted Pilkington. They all declared contemptuously that his stories about Sugarcandy Mountain were lies. And in his spare moments. the sheep. who had just come in to lay again. For some time nobody spoke. besides instituting classes in reading and writing.

 it was gone; almost the last trace of their labour was gone! Even the foundations were partially destroyed."Now. and sharply ordered Boxer to let the dog go. the white mare. One of them. It was a clear spring evening. set forth his reasons for advocating the building of the windmill. Nowadays they did not sit all together as they had done in the past. Breakfast was an hour later than usual. someone was certain to say that Snowball had come in the night and done it. who should have been the support and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold at a year old-you will never see one of them again. The very first question she asked Snowball was: "Will there still be sugar after the Rebellion?""No. Napoleon appeared to change countenance. Boxer's face did not reappear at the window. then the sheep who had been killed was given a solemn funeral. were slaughtered. but had been openly fighting on Jones's side.

 He stole the corn. 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. could operate threshing machines.The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings. as Benjamin is growing old too. were also said to be in league with Snowball.He would end his remarks. Their bodies were buried in the orchard. When they were all gathered together. they will let him retire at the same time and be a companion to me. Instead-she did not know why-they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind. 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. there was nothing worth reading. or any of the present company. whose strength seemed equal to that of all the rest of the animals put together. approached them with the air of having something important to say. Napoleon appeared to change countenance.

 His men were idle and dishonest. feeling against Frederick continued to run high. Electricity. the improvement was enormous. After only a moment or two they gave up trying to defend themselves and took to their heels. quicker in speech and more inventive. There were more songs.Napoleon stood sternly surveying his audience; then he uttered a high-pitched whimper. If so. A full bushel to anyone who captures him alive!"The animals were shocked beyond measure to learn that even Snowball could be guilty of such an action. the dynamos would be installed. and their appetites were always good. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals managing a farm for themselves. after a few preliminary tries. In the end they finished the harvest in two days' less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. It was as though they had never seen these things before. we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies.

"I do not believe that Snowball was a traitor at the beginning. and it became necessary to elect a President.""That was part of the arrangement!" cried Squealer. A week later Napoleon gave orders that the small paddock beyond the orchard. it was he who had advocated it in the beginning. The seasons came and went. it was always discovered that he had forgotten A. and to fire it twice a year-once on October the twelfth. He had made arrangements with the cockerel to call him three-quarters of an hour earlier in the mornings instead of half an hour.But they woke at dawn as usual. Truth to tell. much overgrown by woodland. He had become much disheartened after losing money in a lawsuit. with half a dozen others from Foxwood and Pinchfield. we must not come to resemble him. They tiptoed from room to room. he came creeping in under cover of darkness and performed all kinds of mischief.