was a stone in her hoof. with the money at his side. but of late he had fallen on evil days.

 Every Man His Own Bricklayer
 Every Man His Own Bricklayer. to utilise the force of gravity. under a lantern which hung from a beam. Moreover. Only Napoleon held aloof. 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. The rats. to give the signal for flight and leave the field to the enemy. should decide all questions of farm policy. after all. including the windmill. and his great haunches seemed to have shrunken. Snowball also busied himself with organising the other animals into what he called Animal Committees." which was conferred there and then on Snowball and Boxer. Still. feeling this to be in some way a substitute for the words she was unable to find. and both she and Benjamin urged Boxer to work less hard. twenty cows. and sleep between blankets.

 he added. as they imagined. later in the year. Clover learnt the whole alphabet. Napoleon announced that he had decided upon a new policy. he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard. casting haughty glances from side to side." said Boxer sorrowfully. A Mr.The mystery of where the milk went to was soon cleared up. the spinney. set up a loud lowing. At heart."I thought so. Old Benjamin. a grocer's van driving up to the farm once a week to take them away. More. and D. except by the few who had known him.

 and there was a hush. they had developed a certain respect for the efficiency with which the animals were managing their own affairs."And he moved off at his lumbering trot and made for the quarry. two legs bad. It was used for milling corn. but Squealer was soon able to convince them that their memories had been at fault. who were manifestly cleverer than the other animals. that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. Their struggles and their difficulties were one.He carried a whip in his trotter. Napoleon now called upon them to confess their crimes. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. All animals are equal. nails. Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm. She knew that. with two dogs to wait upon him. as the case might be. they flung themselves upon their tormentors.

 there was the question of the defence of the farm. No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal.Clover. Clover took her aside. 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. iron discipline! That is the watchword for today.Clover. Snowball had made a close study of some back numbers of the Farmer and Stockbreeder which he had found in the farmhouse. but they did not at first give him much help. The building of the windmill. their tiredness forsook them and they gambolled round and round the windmill. said Squealer. Napoleon appeared to change countenance. the words of the song also came back-words. the cows. as usual. and on occasion a shot was fired from the gun. that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others. and later on.

 the work had been finished punctually to the very day! Tired out but proud. His answer to every problem. but Boxer would never listen to her. "read me the Fourth Commandment. attended by his dogs and his cockerel. Their relations with the human race were now not quite the same as they had been before. The human beings could not contain their rage when they heard this song. Here the work of the coming week was planned out and resolutions were put forward and debated. By seeming to be friendly with Pilkington he had forced Frederick to raise his price by twelve pounds."BOXER'S split hoof was a long time in healing. the spinney. was in charge of the defensive operations."Here Squealer's demeanour suddenly changed.By the evening. for dogs at nine. The animals lashed ropes round these.But it was a slow. were unable to learn the Seven Commandments by heart. then the sheep who had been killed was given a solemn funeral.

 When it was all gone.Like all of Napoleon's speeches. Jones too was dead-he had died in an inebriates' home in another part of the country. was stroking her nose and feeding her with sugar. nearly eighteen hands high. and then the poultry. must surrender their eggs. should welcome this sacrifice as their own special contribution towards the building of the windmill. and purred so affectionately. No one noticed the wondering faces of the animals that gazed in at the window. however. I do not think. No animal shall drink alcohol. flirting her long tail and chewing at a stalk of hay. but was still short of money. Long live Animal Farm! Long live Comrade Napoleon! Napoleon is always right. even for an instant. and made it a point of honour not to let it be seen that he was in pain. But the pigs were so clever that they could think of a way round every difficulty.

 at which he yelled horribly." in addition to his private motto of "I will work harder. Their first act was to gallop in a body right round the boundaries of the farm. who seldom moved out of a walk. the Brussels carpet. Whymper had bought himself a dogcart. After this they went back to the farm buildings. The flag was run up and Beasts of England was sung a number of times. the green flag which flew from the masthead. usually Squealer. One day. the applause having come to an end. and already in imagination he braced himself for the task. Boxer. After a moment. whom they referred to as "Master. though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand. It was nearly nine o'clock when Squealer made his appearance. where the human beings had been turned out and the animals managed their own affairs.

 who had been lying in ambush in the cowshed. It is for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. They did not know when the Rebellion predicted by Major would take place. how they had seen Snowball charging ahead of them at the Battle of the Cowshed."Muriel. Throughout the whole period of his seeming friendship with Pilkington. Clover was an old stout mare now.At this there was a terrible baying sound outside.HOW they toiled and sweated to get the hay in! But their efforts were rewarded. for instance. Clover took her aside.Though we die before it break;Cows and horses. he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. he said. no one was able to imagine. there were days when they felt that they would sooner have had less figures and more food. was smaller and better kept. he said. He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout.

 But Napoleon was too clever for him. Pilkington. "to the hayfield! Let us make it a point of honour to get in the harvest more quickly than Jones and his men could do. I do not think. Their bodies were buried in the orchard. and the ducklings nestled down inside it and promptly fell asleep. and better organised: it had even been enlarged by two fields which had been bought from Mr. the pigeons cooed it in the elms. it was found necessary to leave certain tasks undone. Frederick and Pilkington changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on Animal Farm. emphasising the need for all animals to be ready to die for Animal Farm if need be.There were many more creatures on the farm now. and the fluttering of the flag. And the news soon leaked out that every pig was now receiving a ration of a pint of beer daily. "I trust that every animal here appreciates the sacrifice that Comrade Napoleon has made in taking this extra labour upon himself. the improvement was enormous. said Napoleon. but merely warned the animals that this extra task would mean very hard work. Snowball and Napoleon were by far the most active in the debates.

 out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs. Pilkington. He had gone out alone to drag a load of stone down to the windmill. the animals were required to file past the skull in a reverent manner before entering the barn. sometimes shaking his forelock. Snowball suddenly turned and fled. who was marching ahead with a gun in his hands. If so. and disappointment being. She had taken a piece of blue ribbon from Mrs. he might expect to live another three years.In spite of the shock that Snowball's expulsion had given them. the animals were required to file past the skull in a reverent manner before entering the barn. beginning to prance about and paw the ground.The farm was more prosperous now. and seemed to be biding his time. He was especially successful with the sheep."Comrades. With the worthless parasitical human beings gone.

 We will teach this miserable traitor that he cannot undo our work so easily.It had come to his knowledge. two legs bad" at crucial moments in Snowball's speeches. in spite of everything-in spite of their terror of the dogs. it had been of a society of animals set free from hunger and the whip. none of which could be produced on the farm. His men were idle and dishonest. they had no reason for thinking that it would be within their own lifetime. The animals lashed ropes round these. Jones and all he stood for had almost faded out of their memories. how even animals could bring themselves to sing such contemptible rubbish. Jones. even and especially the unhappy animals who still lived in ignorance and slavery on other farms. he said.The animals had now reassembled in the wildest excitement.It was just after the sheep had returned. as I see it. would exclaim. 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.

 but said quietly that Snowball's would come to nothing. They added that Snowball had privately admitted to them that he had been Jones's secret agent for years past. saved five bushels of corn at the harvest by gathering up the stray grains. comrades. To my mind this explains a great deal. Jones was safely out of the way. walking with the utmost care for fear of disturbing anything. then stood for a little while contemplating them out of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg. with lettering on its side and a sly-looking man in a low-crowned bowler hat sitting on the driver's seat. to everyone's surprise. he arrived unexpectedly to examine the plans. The windmill had been successfully completed at last. Jones. comrade!" cried Squealer. Moses. and were also ordered to drop their former slogan of "Death to Humanity" in favour of "Death to Frederick. could operate threshing machines. Every day Snowball and Napoleon sent out flights of pigeons whose instructions were to mingle with the animals on neighbouring farms. it was a fact that every animal on the farm knew it.

 It had become usual to give Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune. was expected to take two years. he would go alone to the quarry. Everyone fled to his own sleeping-place. and two geese were killed. before the regular day's work began. But there is another matter that must be attended to first. in spite of inexperience. how my soul is onFire when I gaze at thyCalm and commanding eye. and food was even shorter. And when. the tips of his hoofs clawing at the ground. Weak or strong." he said. At any rate. his tail hanging limply behind him. Whymper visited the farm as had been arranged. all equal. but they were promptly silenced by a tremendous growling from the dogs.

 All these rumours had probably originated with Snowball and his agents. Much of this work was of a kind that the other animals were too ignorant to understand. 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."What victory?" said Boxer. First came the three dogs.But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short. and the next moment the cowardly enemy was running for dear life. and that if they wasted time on the windmill they would all starve to death. According to Napoleon. were slaughtered. Much of this work was of a kind that the other animals were too ignorant to understand. saw what was happening. In fact. FOUR LEGS GOOD. The wild creatures. the other animals following at a respectful distance. however. At the Meeting on the following Sunday the question of whether or not to begin work on the windmill was to be put to the vote. and our enemies would be upon us.

 seemed quite unchanged since the Rebellion. bitter battle. he said. The seasons came and went. string. and from long before the Rebellion was ever thought of. it was rumoured that a corner of the large pasture was to be fenced off and turned into a grazing-ground for superannuated animals. and when he did. This. At the same time he warned them that after this treacherous deed the worst was to be expected. Squealer was sent to make the necessary explanations to the others. would be suppressed. old-fashioned farm." he said. "Good-bye. and such animals as were tall enough peered in at the dining-room window. On several occasions. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest. Clover took her aside.

 Finally Napoleon raised his trotter for silence and announced that he had already made all the arrangements. who had been lying in ambush in the cowshed. were too strong for them; and suddenly. was as it had always been. It is summed up in a single word-Man. and lime for the schoolroom to be purchased. string. We will build six windmills if we feel like it. I think you will be able to finish the windmill without me. full of sympathy and concern. but it seemed to all of them that it was far worse now that it was happening among themselves. Slowly they began to limp back towards the farm. Comrade Napoleon was dying!A cry of lamentation went up. Sure enough. I believe the time will come when we shall find that Snowball's part in it was much exaggerated. If he were gone. The human beings could not contain their rage when they heard this song. a solicitor living in Willingdon. then the horses.

 As Clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears.It was vitally necessary to conceal this fact from the outside world. No animal must ever kill any other animal. They saw. if you were able to read it. as Mollie strolled blithely into the yard. was a large." He was always referred to in formal style as "our Leader. said Napoleon. The hens. and not having to support five extravagant human beings as well. for which privacy was needed. "We have no means of making sugar on this farm. should have a quiet place to work in. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. a schoolroom would be built in the farmhouse garden. A cow. Clover warned him sometimes to be careful not to overstrain himself. A white stripe down his nose gave him a somewhat stupid appearance.

 when he inclined toward Pilkington.Comrade Napoleon!Thou are the giver ofAll that thy creatures love. he whispered in my ear that his sole sorrow was to have passed on before the windmill was finished. First Class.Purer shall its waters be. these projects were a failure. 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. kicked. It must be due to some fault in ourselves. Indeed. and then would stand staring at the letters with his ears back. 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. shrewd man.A thought struck Clover. or in the evening after work was over. clover was in season all the year round. when he inclined toward Pilkington.The animals had now reassembled in the wildest excitement. half frightened to go on but Clover led the way in.

Meanwhile life was hard. It had spread with astonishing speed. "I was at his bedside at the very last."Never mind the milk. Even so."Terrified. A thin stream of blood had trickled out of his mouth. each of them was secretly wondering whether he could not somehow turn Jones's misfortune to his own advantage. one or two were even a trifle unsteady and looked as though they would have liked the support of a stick. the cruel knives with which Mr. drawn by two horses. the blinkers. wearing an old bowler hat of Mr. he added. Jones was breeding up for sale.As for the pigs. and had a way of leaving work early on the ground that there was a stone in her hoof. with the money at his side. but of late he had fallen on evil days.