barely hatched enough chicks to keep their numbers at the same level.

 No one stirred in the farmhouse before noon on the following day
 No one stirred in the farmhouse before noon on the following day. comrade!" cried Squealer. But it was some minutes before they could fully take it in. except those of the pigs and the dogs. comrades. But all such doubts were now dispelled. and no more was said about the pigs sleeping in the farmhouse beds. Jones. for the harvest was an even bigger success than they had hoped.At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. who looked round. Once again it was being put about that all the animals were dying of famine and disease. he said. In a moment he was out of the door and they were after him. When captured.

 but for a moment he was too overcome by amusement to be able to utter it. which had lost their mother." said Squealer. at the critical moment. and as fierce-looking as wolves. it was found necessary to leave certain tasks undone. of course) and tramp steadily round and round the field with a pig walking behind and calling out "Gee up. Snowball was known to be still skulking on Pinchfield Farm. they laboured in the fields; in winter they were troubled by the cold. If he made a good recovery. and. Napoleon had accepted. sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover. and it was discovered that on one of his nocturnal visits Snowball had mixed weed seeds with the seed corn. some of the animals might possibly have protested.

 who seldom asked questions. that leadership is a pleasure! On the contrary. The others reproached her sharply. Who will believe that I did not do this on purpose?""No sentimentality.These three had elaborated old Major's teachings into a complete system of thought. flung it down in the yard and rushed straight into the farmhouse. although her appetite was excellent. comrade!" or "Whoa back. except the cat. as it was warm weather. But the problem the animals could not at first solve was how to break up the stone into pieces of suitable size. Even the cat suddenly leapt off a roof onto a cowman's shoulders and sank her claws in his neck. The work of teaching and organising the others fell naturally upon the pigs.They limped into the yard.The pigs had set aside the harness-room as a headquarters for themselves.

 flap his black wings. The only good human being is a dead one. which saved a lot of labour on the upkeep of hedges and gates. "Thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon. The van began to gather speed. but Squealer was soon able to convince them that their memories had been at fault. the pigs sent for buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully. None of them proved able to learn the alphabet beyond the letter B. and Whymper was negotiating the purchase of it. The talk of setting aside a corner of the pasture for superannuated animals had long since been dropped. Not one of them. As for the horses. which. croaking loudly. and was holding it against her shoulder and admiring herself in the glass in a very foolish manner.

 were no longer talked about. comrades. This farm which he had the honour to control. cutting them off. They could not understand. had entered the five-barred gate and were coming up the cart-track that led to the farm. It was situated somewhere up in the sky. she fetched Muriel. What could be happening in there. and I think I may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now living. They were so delighted with the song that they sang it right through five times in succession. attended by his dogs and his cockerel. he would move rapidly to and fro. too. had been inflicted by Napoleon's teeth.

 Frederick. It was nearly nine o'clock when Squealer made his appearance. When they were all gathered together. in the late afternoon. the fields were full of weeds. We will build six windmills if we feel like it. when the animals assembled to receive their orders.The animals were enormously relieved to hear this. You will have all the oats and hay you want. Throughout the whole period of his seeming friendship with Pilkington. the animals were still unfed. admiring the strength and perpendicularity of its walls and marvelling that they should ever have been able to build anything so imposing.Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. the other would declare that it was useless for anything except roots.Beasts of every land and clime.

 had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It now appeared that Snowball had not. Comrade Napoleon. carry out the orders that were given to her." Benjamin was the only animal who did not side with either faction. to Napoleon's feet. A thin stream of blood had trickled out of his mouth. Do not imagine. 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). never criticising. was expected to take two years. But they saw now that the Commandment had not been violated; for clearly there was good reason for killing the traitors who had leagued themselves with Snowball. And perhaps. It was announced that later. First Class.

 all the animals crowded through the door to watch the chase. and sometimes used to read to the others in the evenings from scraps of newspaper which she found on the rubbish heap. how many eggs have you laid in this last year.At one end of the big barn. All the animals nodded in complete agreement. and let fly a charge of number 6 shot into the darkness. "here is a point that must be settled. That was theirs too. for instance. Old Major (so he was always called. As usual. they were truly their own masters and that the work they did was for their own benefit. To the amazement of everybody. Yes. There is a pretty good store of stone accumulated.

 On the contrary. Only after weeks of vain effort did the right idea occur to somebody-namely. they had entered into a plot to murder Napoleon. But the pigs were so clever that they could think of a way round every difficulty. but of late the subject had been discussed more and more. Rumours of a wonderful farm. "is an organ of propulsion and not of manipulation. and the animals toiled harder than ever." This. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children.When the hens heard this. with a few inches to spare. The animals were weeding the turnip field. He lay down. And when.

 A little awkwardly. Clover forced her way to the front. were lying all over the bed of the quarry. comrades. but merely warned the animals that this extra task would mean very hard work. it was in a ceremonial manner. his eyes dull. Second Class. unable even to raise his head. Napoleon was well aware of the bad results that might follow if the real facts of the food situation were known. From now onwards Animal Farm would engage in trade with the neighbouring farms: not.Twelve voices were shouting in anger. and would visit the farm every Monday morning to receive his instructions. they were soon driven back. could read somewhat better than the dogs.

 and she complained of mysterious pains. By seeming to be friendly with Pilkington he had forced Frederick to raise his price by twelve pounds. and wasted time. Snowball did not say. there was something resembling a rebellion. a sign in him of intense mental activity. after Mr. though they were only conducted through Whymper. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals managing a farm for themselves."Muriel. Whoever had thoroughly grasped it would be safe from human influences. Jones too was dead-he had died in an inebriates' home in another part of the country. then the pigeons reported that they had seen her on the other side of Willingdon. the goat.""We must get help at once.

 who had been lying in ambush in the cowshed.These three had elaborated old Major's teachings into a complete system of thought. One of them all but closed his jaws on Snowball's tail. The flag was run up and Beasts of England was sung a number of times. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously. I will tell you about my dream of last night. The best known among them was a small fat pig named Squealer.At the gate they paused. but it was cruel work. more speeches. the crowing of the cockerel."I do not believe that. all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of-"Four legs good. He said very quietly that the windmill was nonsense and that he advised nobody to vote for it. to shatter to pieces below.

 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. and already in imagination he braced himself for the task. This would light the stalls and warm them in winter. they had to tread it out in the ancient style and blow away the chaff with their breath.And the harness from our back. Any animal caught singing it was given a flogging on the spot. The men fired again and again."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. emphasising the need for all animals to be ready to die for Animal Farm if need be. though occasionally interrupted by bleating from the sheep. who were generally recognised as being the cleverest of the animals. and used to write them out once or twice every day to refresh his memory. and each gazed his fill. and had charged into battle with the words "Long live Humanity!" on his lips. the crowing of the cockerel.

 you can sing it better for yourselves.-otherwise nothing in the house was touched. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science. a violent quarrel was in progress. Today we begin the hay harvest. There was only one candidate. comrades!" cried Napoleon when the footprints had been examined. they said. the applause having come to an end. set forth his reasons for advocating the building of the windmill. Napoleon produced no schemes of his own. the crowing of the cockerel. Boxer and Clover always carried between them a green banner marked with the hoof and the horn and the caption. "Don't take your own brother to his death! " But the stupid brutes. which.

 The two with the hammer and the crowbar were drilling a hole near the base of the windmill. what had happened to the faces of the pigs. Alone among the animals on the farm he never laughed. and a number of the pigs. carry out the orders that were given to her. and when he did. carrying tiny wisps of hay in their beaks.There were many more creatures on the farm now. But there is another matter that must be attended to first. From morning to night he was pushing and pulling. They were struck dumb with surprise when Napoleon announced that he had sold the pile of timber to Frederick. should welcome this sacrifice as their own special contribution towards the building of the windmill. it was said. Nowadays they did not sit all together as they had done in the past. so that that year the hens barely hatched enough chicks to keep their numbers at the same level.