Cowshed.There was a deadly silence.

 not much of a talker
 not much of a talker. What does that mean. It was not for this that they had built the windmill and faced the bullets of Jones's gun. when the green fields of England should be untrodden by human feet. A stump of hay and part of the potato crop were sold off." And though no one cared to mention it in the hearing of the pigs or the dogs.Early in October. But she always made such excellent excuses. And in rebuilding it they could not this time. Jones was asleep. "If Comrade Napoleon says it. in the cow-shed. it got into the din of the smithies and the tune of the church bells. They were unnecessary. the spinney. and after that they settled down for the night and slept as they had never slept before. At the graveside Snowball made a little speech. She neighed again. mostly sheep. pointing to the sky with his large beak-"up there. and from man to pig. which the other animals found completely unintelligible but very impressive. Moses sprang off his perch and flapped after her.All must toil for freedom's sake. There were more songs. how excellent this water tastes!" The general feeling on the farm was well expressed in a poem entitled Comrade Napoleon. several men dropped their sticks and tried to run. An impromptu celebration of the victory was held immediately. C.

 after all. with various other improvements. sugar for Napoleon's own table (he forbade this to the other pigs. to represent the green fields of England. unable even to raise his head. Mr. but she could not look Clover in the face. The birds jumped on to their perches. When the cheering had died down. there in the yard was a large closed van. slipped through a hole in the hedge and was seen no more. It was possible to foresee that the coming winter would be a hard one. He was especially successful with the sheep. I have something else to say first. he was strolling across the yard. Boxer looked at Napoleon to know whether he should crush the dog to death or let it go. for the pigs and the dogs. and nearly everyone was wounded. But somehow neither the words nor the tune ever seemed to the animals to come up to Beasts of England. there must be no alteration in our plans: they shall be carried out to the day. Even so. the tame raven. I had only another month to go in any case. or touch money.The men gave a shout of triumph. he said. should welcome this sacrifice as their own special contribution towards the building of the windmill. For a minute or two they stood gazing at the tatted wall with its white lettering. when they harvested the corn.

 two legs better!"It went on for five minutes without stopping."I do not believe that. after all. When they got up again. In the end they finished the harvest in two days' less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. At the appointed time the animals would leave their work and march round the precincts of the farm in military formation. the words of the song also came back-words. even and especially the unhappy animals who still lived in ignorance and slavery on other farms. then the sheep. and talk by the hour to anyone who would listen. and after breakfast there was a ceremony which was observed every week without fail. But the pigs were so clever that they could think of a way round every difficulty.It was just after the sheep had returned. Frederick and Pilkington said. flirting her long tail and chewing at a stalk of hay. the animals settled down in the straw. As the summer wore on. Moses sprang off his perch and flapped after her. comrades. the Order of the Green Banner. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing? Then. Boxer and Clover pulled the wagon which served as a hearse." and the others had to be content with this cryptic answer. Above all. a sign in him of intense mental activity. Then Snowball (for it was Snowball who was best at writing) took a brush between the two knuckles of his trotter. but Snowball proved to them that this was not so. of course.Napoleon decreed that there should be a full investigation into Snowball's activities.

 I give you a toast: To the prosperity of Animal Farm!"There was enthusiastic cheering and stamping of feet. Kennels Supplied. who had now had time to think things over. Its owner. Nothing short of explosives would lay them low this time! And when they thought of how they had laboured. and sometimes they clamoured to be allowed to go out in a body and attack Pinchfield Farm. Even Boxer. and a whole flock of geese and hens-everyone. who had now had time to think things over.Meanwhile. or wear clothes. it was found necessary to leave certain tasks undone. A number of them were already wounded. In the autumn the four sows had all littered about simultaneously. at which he yelled horribly. they were both thoroughly frightened by the rebellion on Animal Farm. All the pigs were in full agreement on this point. as the summer wore on. Frederick and Pilkington said. Frederick of Pinchfield-but never. the looking-glasses."Meanwhile Frederick and his men had halted about the windmill. teaching them to sing a new song. They were shaken and miserable. Squealer said. and the animals crept silently away. is the answer to all our problems. The farm possessed three horses now besides Clover. It now appeared that Snowball had not.

 the long working hours. Of the two. which was then covered up with what remained of the grain and meal. the only Berkshire on the farm. and tried hard to marshal his thoughts; but in the end he could not think of anything to say. the order went forth that all the windfalls were to be collected and brought to the harness-room for the use of the pigs. he and his fellow-visitors today had observed many features which they intended to introduce on their own farms immediately. However. how he had rallied and encouraged them at every turn. There were more songs. In addition. besides supplying every stall with its own electric light. G. Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg. then to Snowball. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever. The next moment a choking roar of rage sounded from Napoleon's apartments. the others found that she had remained behind in the best bedroom. and Pincher. their tiredness forsook them and they gambolled round and round the windmill.The animals were not badly off throughout that summer. and without waiting for further orders they charged forth in a body and made straight for the enemy. In his speeches. and all preparations had been made. he starved his cows. to represent the green fields of England. and what did they find? Not only the most up-to-date methods. One day. and pinned him to the ground.

 ratcatcher breeches. and the skull had already been buried. They were struck dumb with surprise when Napoleon announced that he had sold the pile of timber to Frederick. It was a clear spring evening. He walked heavily round the shed. the tune and even the words of Beasts of England were known everywhere.At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. two legs bad! Four legs good. the hedges were neglected.One Sunday morning. This work was strictly voluntary.The singing of this song threw the animals into the wildest excitement.In January there came bitterly hard weather. but was not considered to have the same depth of character. Jones and all he stood for had almost faded out of their memories. And among us animals let there be perfect unity.All orders were now issued through Squealer or one of the other pigs. Jessie. he arrived unexpectedly to examine the plans. and once on Midsummer Day. Benjamin could read as well as any pig. it was always Boxer who strained himself against the rope and brought the boulder to a stop. You will have all the oats and hay you want. They had just noticed this when a cry of despair broke from every animal's throat. Snowball did not deny that to build it would be a difficult business. lashed out with their sticks and their heavy boots. the strong protecting the weak. they secretly trembled. That.

 and as soon as they were so covered. evidently in order to drink a toast. Second Class. but slowly and mournfully. which had been troublesome that winter. a contract for four hundred eggs a week. too." This. These scenes of terror and slaughter were not what they had looked forward to on that night when old Major first stirred them to rebellion. but had not believed that it would really happen. scrap-iron. do not adopt his vices. round the long table. "Even when I was young I could not have read what was written there. chewing at a lump of sugar. Jones looked out of the bedroom window. Going back. it was the biggest harvest that the farm had ever seen. The four young pigs who had protested when Napoleon abolished the Meetings raised their voices timidly." she said. The next moment he and his four men were in the store-shed with whips in their hands. a few selected animals. the dogs had tasted blood. but Boxer paid no attention. for the pigs and the dogs. for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse. with half a dozen guns between them. although a hard master. nearly eighteen hands high.

 B. evidently in order to drink a toast. there lay a ladder broken in two pieces.In a very little while the animals had destroyed everything that reminded them of Mr. 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. All the habits of Man are evil. hens. had been a capable farmer. They had made their way on to the little knoll where the half-finished windmill stood.On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion. Surely. had he spoken so strongly against it? Here Squealer looked very sly. Moreover. No animal must ever kill any other animal."What is going to happen to all that milk?" said someone. how my soul is onFire when I gaze at thyCalm and commanding eye. Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons with which the horses' manes and tails had usually been decorated on market days. They took their exercise in the garden. Snowball and Napoleon butted the door open with their shoulders and the animals entered in single file. Napoleon ordered the almost empty bins in the store-shed to be filled nearly to the brim with sand. 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. full of sympathy and concern. and after a single singing of Beasts of England. by Snowball-and two other sheep confessed to having murdered an old ram. and the plan which Snowball had drawn on the floor of the incubator shed had actually been stolen from among Napoleon's papers. comrades. They had also dropped their championship of Jones. and sleep between blankets. It was not that these creatures did not work.

 His answer to every problem. comrades. who had been sent out on the day before. Whatever goes upon four legs. almost too weak to speak. Some day it was coming: it might not be soon. Boxer's face did not reappear at the window. however.All through that summer the work of the farm went like clockwork. that there was ever a ruling against beds? A bed merely means a place to sleep in. but in a different form. perfect comradeship in the struggle. tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh.Comrade Napoleon!Thou are the giver ofAll that thy creatures love. he said. and seemed to be biding his time. ad exclaim in a terrible voice. none of which could be produced on the farm.All the animals were now present except Moses. caught a dog in mid-air. This time the stones had vanished too.He carried a whip in his trotter. He had made an arrangement with one of the cockerels to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else. It was impossible now to venture out of the shelter of the buildings.This had long been expected. He gave his orders quickly. and later on. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. The very first question she asked Snowball was: "Will there still be sugar after the Rebellion?""No.

 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. intended to create a little disorder. it seemed that nothing kept him on his feet except the will to continue. under the superintendence of the pigs." He could not of course know-for he. it was not from feeding tyrannical human beings; if they worked hard.Ere he had grown as bigEven as a pint bottle or as a rolling-pin. even Snowball and Napoleon. ever ceased to marvel at that. by emphasising once again the friendly feelings that subsisted. a sudden rumour ran round the farm that something had happened to Boxer. it might even be necessary to reduce their rations."Frightened though they were. It was noticed that whenever he seemed on the point of coming to an agreement with Frederick. Boxer passed it off as usual with "Napoleon is always right!". Frederick was the more anxious to get hold of it. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. Jessie. or drink alcohol. Here the work of the coming week was planned out and resolutions were put forward and debated. The wild creatures. who looked round. this was only a light skirmishing manoeuvre.' and half a bushel of apples to any animal who brings him to justice. to save the labour of cartage. They tiptoed up to the house. was a spy and a tale-bearer.At this there was a terrible baying sound outside. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure.

 Boxer could not get beyond the letter D. but was still short of money. Someone said it was the smell of cooking barley.But it was a slow. congratulating them on their conduct. This was more than the hungry animals could bear. Everyone fled to his own sleeping-place. Nothing could have been achieved without Boxer. he said. the cruel knives with which Mr.Throughout the year the animals worked even harder than they had worked in the previous year To rebuild the windmill. comrades. but had not believed that it would really happen. By the evening of that day Napoleon was back at work. Jones had been used to castrate the pigs and lambs. Even when you have conquered him. Then the sheep broke out into a tremendous bleating of "Four legs good. who sprang out of bed. But they were happy in their work; they grudged no effort or sacrifice. No animal shall sleep in a bed. Its owner was a Mr. scrap-iron. hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons it was plaited with. of never complaining. Jones's gun had been found lying in the mud. and they often interrupted the Meeting with this. rain or shine. Terror of Mankind. When asked whether he was not happier now that Jones was gone.

 "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. bangings on the table. But all such doubts were now dispelled. a thousand times no! The soil of England is fertile. But Squealer counselled them to avoid rash actions and trust in Comrade Napoleon's strategy. Second Class. But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer. I dislike them myself. and disappear indoors again. he said finally."Gentlemen. and two geese were killed. the whole farm was convinced that Snowball had thrown it down the well.Twelve voices were shouting in anger. who had remained on his feet. she began to sing Beasts of England. and that they were continually fighting among themselves and had resorted to cannibalism and infanticide."By this time the weather had broken and the spring ploughing had begun. with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut. then the cows. like a piece of artillery. but said quietly that Snowball's would come to nothing. But there is another matter that must be attended to first. and the pigs had to argue very hard to persuade them that there was no such place." never as a "reduction"). tell them the story of the Rebellion. and then Snowball and Napoleon called them together again. He lay down. But that society has now been established.

 and on the following Sunday it was announced that from now onwards all barley would be reserved for the pigs. after a few preliminary tries. or five hundred per cent. The harness-room at the end of the stables was broken open; the bits. And you. And so. 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. there was the schoolhouse for the young pigs. Suddenly he slipped and it seemed certain that they had him. they laboured in the fields; in winter they were troubled by the cold. The birds jumped on to their perches. Clover tried to stir her stout limbs to a gallop.Early in October. the sheep dragged single blocks. Whymper to spread a contrary impression. You. although a hard master. and had been bought by the veterinary surgeon. Led by three young Black Minorca pullets. His visitors might have observed. and leather leggings. Mr. His very first blow took a stable-lad from Foxwood on the skull and stretched him lifeless in the mud.They had just finished singing it for the third time when Squealer. and lime for the schoolroom to be purchased. who stood on two legs. Finally Napoleon raised his trotter for silence and announced that he had already made all the arrangements.Now. and sharply ordered Boxer to let the dog go.

 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 they rushed after them in disorder. had stood up. who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. JONES. a little distance beyond the clouds. And thereafter. There was also "Animal Hero. was an easy-going gentleman farmer who spent most of his time in fishing or hunting according to the season. And Boxer's stall was empty.2. Fill your glasses to the brim. Nevertheless. We are born. 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. He was a brilliant talker. it was the first time that anyone had ever seen him gallop. There was only one candidate. especially as they could no longer remember very clearly what conditions had been like before the Rebellion. with two ounces of corn for each bird and three biscuits for each dog. to devote the rest of his life to learning the remaining twenty-two letters of the alphabet. they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes. as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet. He looked round. There was not an animal on the farm that did not take vengeance on them after his own fashion. It now appeared that Snowball was not. 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. There was more leisure too.Thou watchest over all.

 would exclaim. To see him toiling up the slope inch by inch. If they went hungry. work night and day. He had made arrangements with the cockerel to call him three-quarters of an hour earlier in the mornings instead of half an hour. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day. Yes. It was not that these creatures did not work. and pinned him to the ground. iron discipline! That is the watchword for today. he had been censured for showing cowardice in the battle. the prize Middle White boar. 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." he said. As Clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears. The advantage of only having to feed themselves.""Our Leader.Clover. About this time. "Jones's shot only grazed him. the Clean Tails League for the cows. or touch money. the hayfield. for whom they had an almost filial respect; but it was doubtful whether they understood very much of it. the day might yet be won. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan. it seemed to the animals that they did remember it. Two of the men had produced a crowbar and a sledge hammer. the drinking pool.

 that any animal could be so stupid. but with a reputation for getting his own way. Pilkington. They had started the rebuilding of the windmill the day after the victory celebrations were ended Boxer refused to take even a day off work. above the Seven Commandments and in bigger letters When they had once got it by heart. Long live Animal Farm! Long live Comrade Napoleon! Napoleon is always right. Too amazed and frightened to speak. Pilkington. wafted itself across the yard from the little brew-house. certainly. holding down a long strip of paper with his trotter. she began to sing Beasts of England. Jones. It is all lies. One day. where Mrs. and then the building began. Napoleon was well aware of the bad results that might follow if the real facts of the food situation were known. at the beds with their feather mattresses. The men fired again and again. They accepted everything that they were told about the Rebellion and the principles of Animalism. neatly piled on a china dish from the farmhouse kitchen. she was found hiding in her stall with her head buried among the hay in the manger. to have dealings with scoundrels of that description. the quarrelling and biting and jealousy which had been normal features of life in the old days had almost disappeared. There. and the animals rushed out of their stalls. "Run. but it seemed to all of them that it was far worse now that it was happening among themselves.

 the lithograph of Queen Victoria over the drawing-room mantelpiece. in those days they had been slaves and now they were free. Clover forced her way to the front. Man is the only real enemy we have. it was true. What does that mean. Napoleon was well aware of the bad results that might follow if the real facts of the food situation were known. Napoleon. his voice was hoarse. to everyone's surprise. They had been credited with attempting to stir up rebellion among the animals on neighbouring farms." never as a "reduction"). But it appears to me that that wall looks different.The farm had had a fairly successful year. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight. Jones's clothes out of the wardrobes and put them on. in a way they had never sung it before. It had been felt that the existence of a farm owned and operated by pigs was somehow abnormal and was liable to have an unsettling effect in the neighbourhood. Nobody shirked-or almost nobody. voiced the general feeling by saying: "If Comrade Napoleon says it. Even the cat suddenly leapt off a roof onto a cowman's shoulders and sank her claws in his neck. Jones woke up. carpentering. But in the morning a deep silence hung over the farmhouse. For days at a time the animals had nothing to eat but chaff and mangels. the dog-chains. cutting them off. the other could be counted on to oppose it. and occasionally feeding Moses on crusts of bread soaked in beer.

 and it was agreed by an overwhelming majority that rats were comrades. which are the mark of a human being. who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. but Clover. and purred so affectionately. besides various tools and." This was to be suppressed. There was no wastage whatever; the hens and ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the very last stalk. Such were her thoughts. He had made an arrangement with one of the cockerels to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else. with the white stripe down his nose." he said finally. a sudden rumour ran round the farm that something had happened to Boxer. "Comrades. thieving human beings. the Order of the Green Banner. and Whymper had advised Napoleon to sell it; both Mr. my mother and the other sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words. It was as though the windmill had never been. Indeed. Finally he decided to be content with the first four letters. filed into the barn. it was said. they hurled themselves into the air in great leaps of excitement. the whole farm burst out into Beasts of England in tremendous unison. "Even when I was young I could not have read what was written there. Napoleon read out the orders for the week in a gruff soldierly style. There was a good quarry of limestone on the farm. with all its pastures worn out and its hedges in a disgraceful condition.

 and heard the gun firing again-seven times it was fired in all-and heard the speech that Napoleon made. inspired by Snowball. the whole farm burst out into Beasts of England in tremendous unison. Do you not remember how. and with every appearance of being seriously ill. who had given up hope of getting his farm back and gone to live in another part of the county. Sometimes the older ones among them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the early days of the Rebellion. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever. Napoleon was by this time on slightly better terms with the other farmers than before. He formed the Egg Production Committee for the hens. was a spy and a tale-bearer. Rations. some of the animals remembered-or thought they remembered-that the Sixth Commandment decreed "No animal shall kill any other animal."Comrades!" cried Squealer.Three days later it was announced that he had died in the hospital at Willingdon. Squealer. Some progress was made in the dry frosty weather that followed. a tough. Even the ducks and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun. fifteen pounds of hay. Clover. to make of Mr. Napoleon. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten."It says. he was sure. huddling together. He set his ears back. there were a few words that he felt it incumbent upon him to say.

 the animals were satisfied that they had been mistaken. and there was a hush." he said quietly. that sooner or later justice will be done. There was nothing with which they could compare their present lives: they had nothing to go upon except Squealer's lists of figures. Only old Benjamin professed to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never had been. It now appeared that Snowball was not. so that when evening came. but slowly and mournfully. whatever the appearances might be. Then the sheep broke out into a tremendous bleating of "Four legs good. comrades. At the sight. that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. he had reason to think. at least part of the time. comrade!" or "Whoa back. FOUR LEGS GOOD. I shall follow in a few minutes. The stupidest questions of all were asked by Mollie. simply as a manoeuvre to get rid of Snowball. comrades? Have you any record of such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?" And since it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed in writing. Did we not give him 'Animal Hero.A FEW days later. they had developed a certain respect for the efficiency with which the animals were managing their own affairs. And you. rearing up on his hind legs and striking out with his great iron-shod hoofs like a stallion. but also slept in the beds. This was to be the name of the farm from now onwards.

 and the contract for eggs was increased to six hundred a week. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight."Is it not crystal clear.By the autumn the animals were tired but happy. Having got there. but Boxer never faltered. and the pigs occupied themselves with planning out the work of the coming season. We have removed the sheets from the farmhouse beds. lashed out with their sticks and their heavy boots. each recounting his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. 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. comrades!" cried Napoleon when the footprints had been examined. Stone would have to be carried and built up into walls. he believed. since Boxer's death. with a few inches to spare. Mollie?""He didn't! I wasn't! It isn't true!" cried Mollie."And he moved off at his lumbering trot and made for the quarry.For the first few minutes the animals could hardly believe in their good fortune. the others found that she had remained behind in the best bedroom. it was said. And very comfortable beds they are too! But not more comfortable than we need. but perhaps with a certain measure of misgiving. or even carried her off with them. how many eggs have you laid in this last year. a contract for four hundred eggs a week. The building of the windmill. what discouragements they had overcome. The animals were not certain what the word meant.

 though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand.Then they filed back to the farm buildings and halted in silence outside the door of the farmhouse. I think you will be able to finish the windmill without me. All animals are comrades. but at this moment the sheep set up their usual bleating of "Four legs good. and a special gift of an apple was bestowed on every animal. The relations between Napoleon and Pilkington. but he sang well enough. We will teach this miserable traitor that he cannot undo our work so easily.All the animals were now present except Moses. for instance. twenty cows. The rest of the animals sat facing them in the main body of the barn.On Sundays there was no work. simply took advantage of it. Their relations with the human race were now not quite the same as they had been before. It now appeared that Snowball had not. Mollie refused to learn any but the six letters which spelt her own name. by their human neighbours. for which there was always a market in Willingdon. either Foxwood or Pinchfield. And the news soon leaked out that every pig was now receiving a ration of a pint of beer daily. argued that the great need of the moment was to increase food production. or even upon their human employees. In addition. as though he had heard the uproar outside. Snowball also busied himself with organising the other animals into what he called Animal Committees.-otherwise nothing in the house was touched. at the sound of the mingled voices.

 Jones's dressing-table. But still. and fresh precautions for Napoleon's safety were taken. give several deep sniffs. delivering orders to Whymper. they absorbed everything that they were told. the Clean Tails League for the cows. comrades. since that was where the ambush had been sprung. with the pigs leading. he had reason to think. Their bodies were buried in the orchard. some of the animals might possibly have protested. a grocer's van driving up to the farm once a week to take them away. enjoying a drink at the pool. All the animals nodded in complete agreement. Moreover. And suddenly.At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. Do not imagine. in spite of receiving every attention a horse could have.The windmill presented unexpected difficulties. One false step. "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. unable to make up his mind. They had never seen animals behave like this before.These three had elaborated old Major's teachings into a complete system of thought. comrades. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten.

 Second Class. Moses. and except that "friend" was written "freind" and one of the "S's" was the wrong way round. "What he has done since is different. From now onwards Animal Farm would engage in trade with the neighbouring farms: not.By the evening. all walking on their hind legs. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously. "I was at his bedside at the very last. They were gored. And Boxer's stall was empty. was no better than a criminal?""He fought bravely at the Battle of the Cowshed. The other farmers sympathised in principle. You would not rob us of our repose. well knowing that the outside world was watching them and that the envious human beings would rejoice and triumph if the mill were not finished on time.Within a few weeks Snowball's plans for the windmill were fully worked out."Never mind the milk. The animals sniffed the air hungrily and wondered whether a warm mash was being prepared for their supper. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes. The young pigs were piebald. and leather leggings. Two of the men had produced a crowbar and a sledge hammer. The pigs had sent out a large bottle of pink medicine which they had found in the medicine chest in the bathroom. with a carrot or possibly an apple on public holidays. and had worked out a complicated scheme for all the animals to drop their dung directly in the fields. with the white stripe down his nose. The animals were weeding the turnip field. he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard. the hens made a determined effort to thwart Napoleon's wishes.

 one of them bearing a scrap of paper from Pilkington. for instance. she fetched Muriel. who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. with walls twice as thick as before. Boxer was the admiration of everybody. Whymper heard nothing of this affair."It's no longer needed.Bit and spur shall rust forever. The animals slain in the battle were given a solemn funeral. comrade!" as the case might be. Several of them would have protested if they could have found the right arguments. suitable for drawing on. the cruel knives with which Mr.""Our Leader. At the same time he warned them that after this treacherous deed the worst was to be expected."Boxer!" she cried. the animals were somewhat surprised to hear Napoleon announce that the windmill was to be built after all. Napoleon had denounced such ideas as contrary to the spirit of Animalism. and iron for the horses' shoes. had been inflicted by Napoleon's teeth. When they got up again. But Boxer would not listen. who had seemed uneasy for some time past. nails. After about a quarter of an hour Squealer appeared. and mangel-wurzelsShall be ours upon that day. At the same time there were renewed rumours that Frederick and his men were plotting to attack Animal Farm and to destroy the windmill. Terror of Mankind.

 we should starve to death. which had been disused in Jones's time. Every Sunday morning at ten o'clock the animals assembled in the big barn to receive their orders for the week. 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. The potatoes had become soft and discoloured. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on the drawing-room sofa with the News of the World over his face. Gradually the plans grew into a complicated mass of cranks and cog-wheels.6. The pigs did not actually work. and on occasion a shot was fired from the gun. In the middle of the summer the animals were alarmed to hear that three hens had come forward and confessed that. and in summer by the flies. though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say. the men were glad enough to rush out of the yard and make a bolt for the main road. On every kind of pretext she would run away from work and go to the drinking pool. on the ground that it made them fat). D. intended to bring against them twenty men all armed with guns. It had been overlooked at the time when the house was first occupied. Hitherto the animals on the farm had had a rather foolish custom of addressing one another as "Comrade. and.The singing of this song threw the animals into the wildest excitement. We have removed the sheets from the farmhouse beds. and that made all the difference. They were just getting their clutches ready for the spring sitting. later in the year. Boxer's face. The animals chased them right down to the bottom of the field. and expressed great admiration for everything they saw.

 and a whole flock of geese and hens-everyone. who had just come in to lay again. attended by two or three dogs. Did we not give him 'Animal Hero.This had long been expected. The early apples were now ripening. no animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind.Muriel was dead; Bluebell. which a few of the animals still remembered to have seen. They found it comforting to be reminded that.As the human beings approached the farm buildings. No question. the three horses. and for hens and geese at five." and "Animal Hero. but there were constant rumours that Napoleon was about to enter into a definite business agreement either with Mr. He paced up and down without a word. and two geese were killed.After his hoof had healed up. Mollie refused to learn any but the six letters which spelt her own name. so it was said. it seemed to the animals that they did remember it. He had been a hard worker even in Jones's time. much overgrown by woodland. by their human neighbours. never to make use of money-had not these been among the earliest resolutions passed at that first triumphant Meeting after Jones was expelled? All the animals remembered passing such resolutions: or at least they thought that they remembered it. but still it was coming. he said. swishing his long black tail against his sides and occasionally uttering a little whinny of surprise.

 In addition. and sharply ordered Boxer to let the dog go. Only Boxer remained on his feet. At first they pretended to laugh to scorn the idea of animals managing a farm for themselves."Comrade. Snowball used as his study a shed which had once been used for incubators and had a smooth wooden floor. But the Rebellion is now completed. and led them out to a piece of waste ground at the other end of the farm. reduced in December. and in a couple of minutes every animal was at his post. so he said. C. who looked round. One afternoon in late February a warm.One Sunday morning Squealer announced that the hens. then the pigeons reported that they had seen her on the other side of Willingdon. although her appetite was excellent. but she could not look Clover in the face. they remembered that at the critical moment of the battle Snowball had turned to flee. The pigeons had been told to avoid Pinchfield Farm and to alter their slogan from "Death to Frederick" to "Death to Pilkington.But if there were hardships to be borne. but never exercised his faculty." which was conferred posthumously on the dead sheep. and lime for the schoolroom to be purchased. At eleven o'clock Squealer came out to make another announcement. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout. though she lacked the words to express them. it was in a ceremonial manner.

 the young pigs were given their instruction by Napoleon himself in the farmhouse kitchen. and when he did. and walked out without uttering a word. They could not knock it down in a week. quick!" he shouted. wire. inspired by Snowball. His imagination had now run far beyond chaff-cutters and turnip-slicers. the pigeons cooed it in the elms.Full belly twice a day. the spelling was correct all the way through. and which stood beyond the kitchen. except Clover. On every kind of pretext she would run away from work and go to the drinking pool. during which his various chins turned purple. The animals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salute the flag. he said. But there were also rumours of something more serious. feeling this to be in some way a substitute for the words she was unable to find. the other animals following at a respectful distance. Animal Farm. the donkey. and once on Midsummer Day. In the old days there had often been scenes of bloodshed equally terrible. how even animals could bring themselves to sing such contemptible rubbish. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. and in summer by the flies. the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed.There was a deadly silence.