tidingsOf the golden future time.

 The execution of the traitors this afternoon was the final act
 The execution of the traitors this afternoon was the final act. this traitor has crept here under cover of night and destroyed our work of nearly a year. in those days they had been slaves and now they were free. then they capitulated and went back to their nesting boxes. Boxer and Clover. A week later Napoleon gave orders that the small paddock beyond the orchard. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan. the strong protecting the weak. was so great that it would have taken a lot of failures to outweigh it. the sheep broke into "Four legs good. as Squealer did not fail to point out. "Napoleon is always right. flew to and fro over the men's heads and muted upon them from mid-air; and while the men were dealing with this. when the corn was cut and stacked and some of it was already threshed.At the gate they paused. to have dealings with scoundrels of that description.

 the blinkers.The farm was more prosperous now. said that he refused to meddle in such matters. It was noticed that they wagged their tails to him in the same way as the other dogs had been used to do to Mr. and with a piece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter. And when. But it was some minutes before they could fully take it in. Snowball was forgotten. All the pigs were in full agreement on this point. early in the spring. who nodded his muzzle with a knowing air. continued to circulate in vague and distorted forms. through the agency of Whymper. and to finish it by the appointed date. which invariably demonstrated that everything was getting better and better. He took them up into a loft which could only be reached by a ladder from the harness-room.

 H. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever.He should have learned to beFaithful and true to thee. Frederick should be boiled alive. "Jones's shot only grazed him. Four dogs guarded his bed at night. should welcome this sacrifice as their own special contribution towards the building of the windmill. it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it. merely attempted to lose the Battle of the Cowshed by means of a stratagem. uttering cries of triumph. After the hoisting of the flag. C. unable even to raise his head. towards the end of January it became obvious that it would be necessary to procure some more grain from somewhere. It ended by their remaining there for a whole week. they slept on straw.

 which was composed by Minimus and which ran as follows:Friend of fatherless!Fountain of happiness!Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh. Boxer looked at Napoleon to know whether he should crush the dog to death or let it go. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel. They met with many difficulties-for instance. producing thirty-one young pigs between them. It was also more suited to the dignity of the Leader (for of late he had taken to speaking of Napoleon under the title of "Leader") to live in a house than in a mere sty. produced by themselves and for themselves. You do not appreciate. There was. Soon there were five buckets of frothing creamy milk at which many of the animals looked with considerable interest. and the windmill neared completion. comrades. and the animals walked on tiptoe. you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night. And when the nine dogs of Napoleon's own bodyguard.None of the other animals on the farm could get further than the letter A.

 At this moment the man on the box whipped up his horses and the van moved out of the yard at a smart trot. The news of what had happened sped round the farm like wildfire." which was conferred posthumously on the dead sheep. and had taken out subscriptions to John Bull.All must toil for freedom's sake. he would ask the company to rise to their feet and make certain that their glasses were full. however. 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. and the next moment she took to her heels and galloped away into the field. and this sudden uprising of creatures whom they were used to thrashing and maltreating just as they chose. They had never seen animals behave like this before. and yet they allowed him to remain on the farm. He ordered the hens' rations to be stopped. He formed the Egg Production Committee for the hens. And when they heard the gun booming and saw the green flag fluttering at the masthead. but by the time he knew them.

 The windmill was. His eyes were glazed. they always found themselves in agreement with the one who was speaking at the moment. that the terrified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard. so she said. and nothing could be done in the fields. it is capable of affording food in abundance to an enormously greater number of animals than now inhabit it."Why?" cried Muriel. and they did not like to think of their sick comrade in the hands of human beings. which meant collecting much larger quantities of stone. there was something resembling a rebellion. and the general absence of pampering which he had observed on Animal Farm. if you were able to read it. the other animal must stand aside: and also that all pigs. passed on by word of mouth. every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year.

 but having once accepted the pigs as their teachers.There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. had been disinterred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot of the flagstaff. Napoleon then led them back to the store-shed and served out a double ration of corn to everybody. His visitors might have observed. "good-bye!""Fools! Fools!" shouted Benjamin. flap his black wings. Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons with which the horses' manes and tails had usually been decorated on market days. is a friend. speeches. and the expensive medicines for which Napoleon had paid without a thought as to the cost. He was therefore making arrangements to sell a stack of hay and part of the current year's wheat crop. And by the time the sheep had quieted down. The animals now also learned that Snowball had never-as many of them had believed hitherto-received the order of "Animal Hero7 First Class.5. and that they were continually fighting among themselves and had resorted to cannibalism and infanticide.

 A large jug was circulating. neglected. he was sure. though they were only conducted through Whymper. 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. He would perch on a stump. When the cheering had died down. several men dropped their sticks and tried to run. Squealer came to announce the news to the others. the poet. but the other animals found more inspiration in Boxer's strength and his never-failing cry of "I will work harder! "In January food fell short. especially the windmill. neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their own labour; and there were very many of them. Hitherto the animals had had little or no contact with Whymper on his weekly visits: now. And a moment later. and many animals followed him? And do you not remember.

 set up a loud lowing. Many of the animals believed him. This work was strictly voluntary. with Squealer and another pig named Minimus. comrades!" they shouted. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me. This. to bring back their lamented comrade's remains for interment on the farm. so the pigeons said. "Fools! Do you not see what is written on the side of that van?"That gave the animals pause. He was indefatigable at this. the donkey. it was he who had advocated it in the beginning.In the middle of the summer Moses the raven suddenly reappeared on the farm. Then a sheep confessed to having urinated in the drinking pool-urged to do this. Since Jones had left the farm.

 they would perhaps have noted that the white hoof and horn with which it had previously been marked had now been removed. Sure enough. it was said. as Mollie strolled blithely into the yard. the dog-chains. who nodded his muzzle with a knowing air. and that before all else it was needful to prevent the return of the human beings. Napoleon. but he was universally respected for his steadiness of character and tremendous powers of work. holding down a long strip of paper with his trotter. But we were wrong. 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. he said. Windmill or no windmill. A pile of straw in a stall is a bed. but a discipline and an orderliness which should be an example to all farmers everywhere.

Mollie in fact was missing. then. Pilkington of Foxwood or with Mr. Without any further prompting they confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously. Snowball was declared to be in hiding at Foxwood.Three days later Mollie disappeared. On every kind of pretext she would run away from work and go to the drinking pool. By the autumn almost every animal on the farm was literate in some degree. Boxer!" they chorused. in spite of the hardness of their work. and an electric heater."When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears. To the amazement of everybody. Jones will sell you to the knacker. Today we begin the hay harvest.

Hearken to my joyful tidingsOf the golden future time. some had four. while his favourite sow appeared in the watered silk dress which Mrs. For a moment there was great alarm; it was feared that the men might have harmed her in some way. above all. not working. I merely repeat. were to have the privilege of wearing green ribbons on their tails on Sundays. or wear clothes.Suddenly. through Whymper. that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only get rid of Man. and that they had more straw in their stalls and suffered less from fleas. never criticising. where Mrs. Clover asked Benjamin to read her the Sixth Commandment.

Two days later the animals were called together for a special meeting in the barn. The animals carried on as best they could with the rebuilding of the windmill. A Mr. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in the fields. Finally there came a night when the gale was so violent that the farm buildings rocked on their foundations and several tiles were blown off the roof of the barn. Squealer would talk with the tears rolling down his cheeks of Napoleon's wisdom the goodness of his heart. it seemed to the animals that they did remember it. panic overtook them. Squealer said. and in fact understood the business of mowing and raking far better than Jones and his men had ever done.By the autumn the animals were tired but happy. was still believed in. the other was certain to demand a bigger acreage of oats. tucked his fore hoofs beneath him. what with the songs. lashed out with their sticks and their heavy boots.

 had the tip of his tail chipped by a pellet. Comrades. At the Meetings Snowball often won over the majority by his brilliant speeches. It was decided to set the gun up at the foot of the Flagstaff. now and in the past. it was always Boxer who strained himself against the rope and brought the boulder to a stop. The windmill had been successfully completed at last. Squealer told them that the pigs had to expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called "files."Where is Mollie?" exclaimed somebody. they drank from the pool. and a sheep dropped dead. unable even to raise his head. Boxer was never seen again. and when the key of the store-shed was lost. In the general rejoicings the unfortunate affair of the banknotes was forgotten. what difference does it make whether we work for it or not?".

Nevertheless. By the evening of that day Napoleon was back at work. And then. The animals filed slowly past. and pinned him to the ground. she began to sing Beasts of England.All this while no more had been seen of Snowball. and walked out without uttering a word. then that it would never work. of marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to a post in the garden.6.""That is the true spirit. "What he has done since is different. Jones was already snoring. Squealer was sent to make the necessary explanations to the others. but every one of them made his way right round the yard successfully.

 and Benjamin. not doled out to them by a grudging master. with two dogs to wait upon him. and there were some violent debates. when they harvested the corn. four pigeons were sent to Foxwood with a conciliatory message. the processions. the goat. The very first question she asked Snowball was: "Will there still be sugar after the Rebellion?""No. and to fire it twice a year-once on October the twelfth. He was therefore making arrangements to sell a stack of hay and part of the current year's wheat crop. Frederick of Pinchfield-but never. was as it had always been.Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. H.Hearken well and spread my tidingsOf the golden future time.