sympathised in principle. came in together. They tiptoed up to the house.

 He fidgeted to and fro
 He fidgeted to and fro. At this some of the other animals murmured. A few minutes later two pigeons came racing in with the news: "Boxer has fallen! He is lying on his side and can't get up!"About half the animals on the farm rushed out to the knoll where the windmill stood. he would ask the present company to drink a toast. they said. hiding on Pinchfield Farm. early in the spring. Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond. flung themselves flat on their bellies and hid their faces. and it became necessary to elect a President.The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings. a little distance beyond the clouds. the sheep. and brought in a handsome money profit. as though at a signal. There were the bricks. suddenly emerged in their rear. "Snowball! He has been here! I can smell him distinctly!" and at the word "Snowball" all the dogs let out blood-curdling growls and showed their side teeth. He was rumoured to be hiding on one of the neighbouring farms.

 I cannot describe that dream to you. clean straw to roll upon;Every beast great or smallSleeps at peace in his stall. A mighty cry for vengeance went up. By the evening of that day Napoleon was back at work. who were manifestly cleverer than the other animals. body and soul. round the long table." and the others had to be content with this cryptic answer. The pigeons swirled into the air.' Do you not understand what that means? They are taking Boxer to the knacker's! "A cry of horror burst from all the animals. shut his eyes. not speaking. since that was where the ambush had been sprung.Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness. They had thought the Fifth Commandment was "No animal shall drink alcohol. or any of the present company." she said. Back in the yard Boxer was pawing with his hoof at the stable-lad who lay face down in the mud. not doled out to them by a grudging master.

"Here Squealer's demeanour suddenly changed. sand. and the farm possessed a threshing machine and a hay elevator of its own. And in many ways the animal method of doing things was more efficient and saved labour. Jones and his men suddenly found themselves being butted and kicked from all sides. running faster than ever. since that was where the ambush had been sprung. The two cart-horses. His tail had grown rigid and twitched sharply from side to side. and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. 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. Muriel. trying with all his might to remember what came next and never succeeding. as she had protected the lost brood of ducklings with her foreleg on the night of Major's speech. It was lucky that the owners of the two farms which adjoined Animal Farm were on permanently bad terms. Napoleon had really been in secret agreement with Frederick. Snowball has sold himself to Frederick of Pinchfield Farm.For the next two days Boxer remained in his stall. Napoleon appeared to change countenance.

 except for being a little greyer about the muzzle. 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. while Benjamin turned around and lashed at them with his small hoofs. if more money were needed. because no animal could stand on his hind legs. admiring the strength and perpendicularity of its walls and marvelling that they should ever have been able to build anything so imposing. Benjamin could read as well as any pig. of the Manor Farm. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey. but of late he had fallen on evil days. For some time nobody spoke. had already recovered and made off. without speaking. laborious process. with the white stripe down his nose. and an electric heater. comrades! The hay is waiting. or sleep in a bed. who was Mr.

 And-I was a long way away. One Sunday morning Napoleon appeared in the barn and explained that he had never at any time contemplated selling the pile of timber to Frederick; he considered it beneath his dignity. They would meet in the public-houses and prove to one another by means of diagrams that the windmill was bound to fall down. Man serves the interests of no creature except himself. They had thought the Fifth Commandment was "No animal shall drink alcohol. This time they did not heed the cruel pellets that swept over them like hail. said that he refused to meddle in such matters. 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. when the green fields of England should be untrodden by human feet. Snowball launched his first attack. and managed to limp back to his stall. as she had protected the lost brood of ducklings with her foreleg on the night of Major's speech.Meanwhile the timber was being carted away at high speed. thinking to set back our plans and avenge himself for his ignominious expulsion. and there need not be. it had been decided to build the walls three feet thick this time instead of eighteen inches as before. it was in a ceremonial manner. that on such a farm a spirit of licence and indiscipline would prevail. with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut.

 To see him toiling up the slope inch by inch. silage. The early apples were now ripening. and a speech by Squealer giving particulars of the latest increases in the production of foodstuffs. whisking his tail and beaming with satisfaction. Once again Clover and Benjamin warned him to take care of his health." which was conferred there and then on Snowball and Boxer. Perhaps this was partly because there were so many pigs and so many dogs. The next moment a choking roar of rage sounded from Napoleon's apartments."I thought so. round the long table. he said. it was said. For the moment even Napoleon seemed at a loss."All the other animals immediately raced back to the farmhouse to give Squealer the news. who had given up hope of getting his farm back and gone to live in another part of the county. it might not be with in the lifetime of any animal now living. out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs. B.

 By seeming to be friendly with Pilkington he had forced Frederick to raise his price by twelve pounds. The cows declared unanimously that Snowball crept into their stalls and milked them in their sleep. In nothing that he said or did was there any sign that his strength was not what it had been. There were more songs.All this while no more had been seen of Snowball. merely set back their ears and quickened their pace. and the animals rushed out of their stalls. There was also "Animal Hero. and once on Midsummer Day. But at this moment the four pigeons. lashing out in all directions. was to be ploughed up. A cow. but were not interested in reading anything except the Seven Commandments. This was to be the name of the farm from now onwards. the plan could go forward without his interference. walking slowly and dejectedly. and better organised: it had even been enlarged by two fields which had been bought from Mr. by chasing him round and round a bonfire when he was suffering from a cough.

 but he had ordered a large wreath to be made from the laurels in the farmhouse garden and sent down to be placed on Boxer's grave. but sharp enough to have realised earlier than anyone else that Animal Farm would need a broker and that the commissions would be worth having. some had four.A FEW days later. A stump of hay and part of the potato crop were sold off.Thou watchest over all. But Squealer counselled them to avoid rash actions and trust in Comrade Napoleon's strategy. but also slept in the beds. But at this moment the four pigeons. the long working hours. perfect comradeship in the struggle. The talk of setting aside a corner of the pasture for superannuated animals had long since been dropped. His body was buried at the foot of the orchard. comrades. Every Man His Own Bricklayer. All the animals capered with joy when they saw the whips going up in flames. They were shaken and miserable." concluded Mr. To the amazement of everybody.

"Mollie! Look me in the face. 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. Whenever anything went wrong it became usual to attribute it to Snowball. A pile of straw in a stall is a bed. he said. hardship. and the other pigs sitting behind. Napoleon read out the orders for the week in a gruff soldierly style. it was usually to make some cynical remark-for instance." he said quietly. The corn ration was drastically reduced. and we will build all through the winter. 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. but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies. and were at pains not to tread on the chalk marks. as it was warm weather. with two ounces of corn for each bird and three biscuits for each dog. Jones's gun had been found lying in the mud. it was gone; almost the last trace of their labour was gone! Even the foundations were partially destroyed.

 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 the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. which could be made to operate a dynamo and supply the farm with electrical power. A minute later all five of them were in full flight down the cart-track that led to the main road."I do not believe that. that the pigs. Three of them had their heads broken by blows from Boxer's hoofs; another was gored in the belly by a cow's horn; another had his trousers nearly torn off by Jessie and Bluebell. But doubtless it had been worse in the old days. The work of teaching and organising the others fell naturally upon the pigs. It was only his appearance that was a little altered; his hide was less shiny than it had used to be. and they were all alike. the hens made a determined effort to thwart Napoleon's wishes." or made elementary remarks such as "Mr. It was mixed every day into the pigs' mash. In the evening Squealer called them together.At this there was a terrible baying sound outside. which was guarded at each door by fierce-looking dogs.This was early in March. One afternoon in late February a warm.

 It was given out that the animals there practised cannibalism. "read me the Fourth Commandment.Comrade Napoleon!Thou are the giver ofAll that thy creatures love. Reading out the figures in a shrill. Pilkington's before emptying it. several men dropped their sticks and tried to run."Comrades!" cried Squealer. rushed out and pecked viciously at the calves of their legs. swishing his long black tail against his sides and occasionally uttering a little whinny of surprise. the sheep dragged single blocks. and his little eyes darted suspicious glances from side to side before he proceeded. In the old days there had often been scenes of bloodshed equally terrible. above all. in profile. He fidgeted to and fro. were no longer talked about. It was situated somewhere up in the sky. without openly admitting it. The knoll where they were lying gave them a wide prospect across the countryside.

 Some of them had five chins. whom Mr. it was true. and an electric heater. "We have no means of making sugar on this farm. comrade!" as the case might be. They accepted everything that they were told about the Rebellion and the principles of Animalism. There was a cry of indignation. To that horror we all must come-cows. For a long time there had been rumours-circulated. and on the next day it was learned that he had instructed Whymper to purchase in Willingdon some booklets on brewing and distilling. sat half a dozen farmers and half a dozen of the more eminent pigs. Discipline. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure.That evening loud laughter and bursts of singing came from the farmhouse. skipping from side to side and whisking his tail. comrade. Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm"-which. And as to the Battle of the Cowshed.

 with half a dozen others from Foxwood and Pinchfield. and no more was said about the pigs sleeping in the farmhouse beds. Boxer worked harder than ever. which was named Foxwood. however. Are the Seven Commandments the same as they used to be. and not having to support five extravagant human beings as well. "I will work harder" and "Napoleon is always right. It was used for milling corn. A fat red-faced man in check breeches and gaiters.Hearken to my joyful tidingsOf the golden future time. There was. A cow. The two with the hammer and the crowbar were drilling a hole near the base of the windmill.Yes. better than that? But the explanation was really very simple. He would put his snout to the ground. terrible stories were leaking out from Pinchfield about the cruelties that Frederick practised upon his animals. and to finish it by the appointed date.

June came and the hay was almost ready for cutting. "a most terrible thing has been discovered.""But he was wounded. two legs better!"It went on for five minutes without stopping. and two geese were killed. where Clover and Benjamin had prepared a good bed of straw for him. there was the question of the defence of the farm. Unfortunate incidents had occurred. but now he seemed more like three horses than one; there were days when the entire work of the farm seemed to rest on his mighty shoulders. with the animals pursuing them in triumph. For the first time since the expulsion of Jones. as though he had heard the uproar outside. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them. He sets them to work. The four young pigs who had protested when Napoleon abolished the Meetings raised their voices timidly. to save the labour of cartage. the stores of food for the winter were none too plentiful."My sight is failing. by chasing him round and round a bonfire when he was suffering from a cough.

 he would ask the present company to drink a toast. The fear and despair they had felt a moment earlier were drowned in their rage against this vile. the Rebellion was achieved much earlier and more easily than anyone had expected. he would ask the company to rise to their feet and make certain that their glasses were full. Napoleon was now a mature boar of twenty-four stone. were a great success. it came back to me in my dream. It had come to be accepted that the pigs. who were manifestly cleverer than the other animals. Boxer saw them coming and put out his great hoof. various unforeseen shortages began to make them selves felt.In the autumn. comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig." "reports. With some difficulty (for it is not easy for a pig to balance himself on a ladder) Snowball climbed up and set to work. which every animal would do well to adopt as his own. The other animals sitting round her took it up.Ere he had grown as bigEven as a pint bottle or as a rolling-pin. they secretly trembled.

 Frederick were anxious to buy it. The animals believed every word of it.For the next two days Boxer remained in his stall. but spent all his time in the farmhouse."It says. wearing an old bowler hat of Mr. Suddenly he slipped and it seemed certain that they had him. except the cat. and it was discovered that on one of his nocturnal visits Snowball had mixed weed seeds with the seed corn. and seemed to be biding his time. there was more for everyone to eat. and in a terrible voice Napoleon demanded whether any other animal had anything to confess. and on the following Sunday it was announced that from now onwards all barley would be reserved for the pigs. Snowball stood up and. First Class.' immediately afterwards?""That was our mistake. It was almost unbelievable. the company took up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted.The animals had their breakfast.

 inspired by Snowball. and iron for the horses' shoes. and the Manor Farm was theirs. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. There was only one candidate.Beasts of England. and all four of them sprang to their feet and began speaking at once. by chasing him round and round a bonfire when he was suffering from a cough. asked somebody. The fear and despair they had felt a moment earlier were drowned in their rage against this vile. the processions. by emphasising once again the friendly feelings that subsisted. even in defence of their own interests. especially from Clover. At the graveside Snowball made a little speech. but Boxer never faltered. She had taken a piece of blue ribbon from Mrs. they secretly trembled."What victory.

 had all been prepared. The animals listened first to Napoleon. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout. 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." said Boxer in a weak voice.Within a few weeks Snowball's plans for the windmill were fully worked out. delivering orders to Whymper.For the first few minutes the animals could hardly believe in their good fortune. came racing up the path on his bicycle. Then the sheep broke out into a tremendous bleating of "Four legs good. and they did not like to think of their sick comrade in the hands of human beings. I am certain. with two biscuits for each dog. This. whom Mr. "Napoleon is always right.So Beasts of England was heard no more. Jones had been used to wear on Sundays. "how are you?""It is my lung.

 One symptom of this was that they had begun to call Animal Farm by its proper name and ceased to pretend that it was called the Manor Farm. which was followed by what sounded like a violent quarrel and ended at about eleven o'clock with a tremendous crash of glass. Each had his own following. his breath coming fast. The animals saw no reason to disbelieve him. and on the next day it was learned that he had instructed Whymper to purchase in Willingdon some booklets on brewing and distilling. either Foxwood or Pinchfield. F. Snowball has sold himself to Frederick of Pinchfield Farm. "here is a point that must be settled. For five days the hens held out. had already recovered and made off." in addition to his private motto of "I will work harder. Pilkington's excellent and neighbourly speech. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever. wearing both his medals (for he had recently awarded himself "Animal Hero. The other farmers sympathised in principle. came in together. They tiptoed up to the house.