namely: "Four legs good. but in a different form.

 and sharply ordered Boxer to let the dog go
 and sharply ordered Boxer to let the dog go. inspired by Snowball. When time passed and the animals had evidently not starved to death. to shatter to pieces below. to which they gave the name of Animalism. Apart from the regular work of the farm. comrades. Major continued:"I have little more to say. Sometimes on the slope leading to the top of the quarry. The young pigs were piebald. too. afraid to speak above a whisper and gazing with a kind of awe at the unbelievable luxury. not even the youngest. work night and day. the unalterable law of life. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse.

Now. with the nine young dogs forming a semicircle round them. were also said to be in league with Snowball. and from man to pig. The young pigs were piebald. he said. Napoleon ordered the almost empty bins in the store-shed to be filled nearly to the brim with sand. Snowball now launched his second line of attack. though their decisions had to be ratified by a majority vote. Whenever anything went wrong it became usual to attribute it to Snowball. the three horses. It might be that their lives were hard and that not all of their hopes had been fulfilled; but they were conscious that they were not as other animals. This was a wickedness far outdoing Snowball's destruction of the windmill. as Squealer did not fail to point out. with raging south-west winds. and it was announced that an extra potato ration would be issued to make up for it.

 but of late he had fallen on evil days.All through that summer the work of the farm went like clockwork. The early apples were now ripening. About the Rebellion and its results he would express no opinion. a tough. a little distance beyond the clouds. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me. I would not have believed that such things could happen on our farm. who were the brains of the farm. They had also dropped their championship of Jones. whose origin was unknown. producing thirty-one young pigs between them."No more delays. 'Animal Hero.Bright will shine the fields of England." He was always referred to in formal style as "our Leader.

 Pilkington's before emptying it. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them. suitable for drawing on.Comrade Napoleon!Had I a sucking-pig. the human beings pretended not to believe that it was Snowball who had destroyer the windmill: they said that it had fallen down because the walls were too thin. And among us animals let there be perfect unity.""That is the true spirit. He was deceived. the animals were satisfied that they had been mistaken. that there was ever a ruling against beds? A bed merely means a place to sleep in. It was pure imagination. he said finally. lest it should be poisoned. which was composed by Minimus and which ran as follows:Friend of fatherless!Fountain of happiness!Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh. and they protested that to take the eggs away now was murder. Slowly they began to limp back towards the farm.

 and the rebuilding of the windmill. That. after Mr. all the animals dispersed. From now onwards I shall get up a full hour earlier in the mornings. and in a couple of minutes every animal was at his post. As soon as they were well inside the yard. and then the building began. For a long i. whom they referred to as "Master. to save the labour of cartage. in the late afternoon. there was as yet no contact between Animal Farm and the outside world. the ploughed fields where the young wheat was thick and green. Four young porkers in the front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval. As Clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears.

 either Foxwood or Pinchfield. and then by a hard frost which did not break till well into February. In the morning the animals came out of their stalls to find that the flagstaff had been blown down and an elm tree at the foot of the orchard had been plucked up like a radish. But the Rebellion is now completed. The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. so she said. who had been lying in ambush in the cowshed. and it was a stirring tune. were slaughtered. on all fours. "surely there is no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?"Now if there was one thing that the animals were completely certain of. and the rest he keeps for himself. Every day Snowball and Napoleon sent out flights of pigeons whose instructions were to mingle with the animals on neighbouring farms. with two ounces of corn for each bird and three biscuits for each dog.The animals were taken aback. the expulsion of Jones.

 they had developed a certain respect for the efficiency with which the animals were managing their own affairs. he said. And Boxer's stall was empty. pretty white mare who drew Mr. I merely repeat. Napoleon was so gratified that he left his place and came round the table to clink his mug against Mr. of never complaining. hundreds of sheep-and all of them living in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining. was able to put the whole matter in its proper perspective. By the evening of that day Napoleon was back at work. They were gored.There were many more creatures on the farm now.Once again the animals were conscious of a vague uneasiness. We will build six windmills if we feel like it. And remember also that in fighting against Man. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate.

 Panic overtook them. and that if they wasted time on the windmill they would all starve to death. and then the building began. through the agency of Whymper. who had a remarkable gift for composing songs and poems. Liberal old-age pensions had been agreed upon. gallop rapidly round the yard. Jones was already snoring. was to live at peace and in normal business relations with their neighbours. was shown in the fact that he trusted nobody. but Boxer would never listen to her.' immediately afterwards?""That was our mistake. comrade!" cried Squealer. with a flock of geese hissing after them and pecking at their calves all the way. The very first question she asked Snowball was: "Will there still be sugar after the Rebellion?""No. seized four of the pigs by the ear and dragged them.

Sweeter yet shall blow its breezesOn the day that sets us free." he said. And when the human beings listened to it. his tail rigid and twitching. during which time the other animals saw nothing of them. and it was a great drawback that no animal was able to use any tool that involved standing on his hind legs. And so the tale of confessions and executions went on. and the rest of the pigs. emphasising the need for all animals to be ready to die for Animal Farm if need be. and led the singing of Beasts of England. who had begun bleating again. There lay Boxer. "read me the Fourth Commandment." he said. the long working hours. he said.

 which a few of the animals still remembered to have seen. Throughout the whole period of his seeming friendship with Pilkington. Boxer and Clover pulled the wagon which served as a hearse. and had taken out subscriptions to John Bull. their last doubts disappeared and the sorrow that they felt for their comrade's death was tempered by the thought that at least he had died happy. comrade-that Snowball was Jones's agent from the very beginning-yes.At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. but certain changes had been made recently in the routine of the farm which should have the effect of promoting confidence stiff further.Suddenly. which. he would utter nothing beyond the cryptic remark that donkeys live a long time. but Boxer paid no attention. Only Clover remained. producing thirty-one young pigs between them. Electricity. and used to write them out once or twice every day to refresh his memory.

 There was no thought of rebellion or disobedience in her mind. He seized the gun which always stood in a corner of his bedroom. One false step. I saw him myself. The advantage of only having to feed themselves. he added. mistaken ideas had been current.The whole farm was deeply divided on the subject of the windmill. he broke the eggs.Silent and terrified. Finally he decided to be content with the first four letters. during which time the other animals saw nothing of them. First Class. Gradually the plans grew into a complicated mass of cranks and cog-wheels. Only old Benjamin professed to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never had been. the remaining animals.

 two legs bad!" which went on for nearly a quarter of an hour and put an end to any chance of discussion. Benjamin nodded his long muzzle. They took their exercise in the garden. The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was very active in it for some days. The pigs' ears were bleeding. One night at about twelve o'clock there was a loud crash in the yard."He is dead. through Whymper.He did not believe. A rumour went round that Snowball had after all contrived to introduce poison into Napoleon's food. Benjamin nodded his long muzzle. each recounting his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. Word had gone round during the day that old Major. as surely as I see this straw beneath my feet. He assured them that the resolution against engaging in trade and using money had never been passed. Napoleon was now a mature boar of twenty-four stone.

 as usual. every inch of it their own property-appeared to the animals so desirable a place. voiced the general feeling by saying: "If Comrade Napoleon says it. what have you ever had except your bare rations and a stall?"And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach their natural span. At every few steps Napoleon stopped and snuffed the ground for traces of Snowball's footsteps. as a human being. and his eyes were full of tears. Jones will sell you to the knacker. "We have built the walls far too thick for that. I had only another month to go in any case. F.Presently the tumult died down." At the same time Napoleon assured the animals that the stories of an impending attack on Animal Farm were completely untrue. The animals were not certain what the word meant. were slaughtered. he said.

Twelve voices were shouting in anger. comrades. and in fact he was not of first-rate intelligence." This was merely a legend which had been spread some time after the Battle of the Cowshed by Snowball himself. was its correct and original name. Remove Man from the scene. but issued his orders through one of the other pigs. That was how the mistake had arisen. With one accord. and he had already bribed the magistrates and police. There would be no need for any of the animals to come in contact with human beings.Twelve voices were shouting in anger. And Boxer's stall was empty. in the cow-shed. It was just then that Mr. Nothing could have been achieved without Boxer.

 the other animal must stand aside: and also that all pigs. None of you has ever seen a dead donkey. they secretly trembled. when he braced his muscles against the weight of some vast boulder. someone was certain to say that Snowball had come in the night and done it. Jones was breeding up for sale. as usual. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. and after breakfast there was a ceremony which was observed every week without fail. comrades. were thrown on to the rubbish fire which was burning in the yard. it would have to be made up by the sale of eggs. Sometimes the older ones among them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the early days of the Rebellion.As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings." "minutes.In April.

 it was theirs-everything that they could see was theirs! In the ecstasy of that thought they gambolled round and round. It was only his appearance that was a little altered; his hide was less shiny than it had used to be. And yet the song was irrepressible. One false step. Frederick and Pilkington said. who had a remarkable gift for composing songs and poems. If asked why. Napoleon snuffed deeply at them and pronounced them to be Snowball's. He fidgeted to and fro. which saved a lot of labour on the upkeep of hedges and gates. with half a dozen guns between them. cutting them off. two legs better!"It went on for five minutes without stopping. But suddenly the dogs sitting round Napoleon let out deep. namely: "Four legs good. but in a different form.