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"
Never
mind
the
milk
,
comrades
!
"
cried
Napoleon
,
placing
himself
in
front
of
the
buckets
.
"
That
will
be
attended
to
.
The
harvest
is
more
important
.
Comrade
Snowball
will
lead
the
way
.
I
shall
follow
in
a
few
minutes
.
Forward
,
comrades
!
The
hay
is
waiting
.
"
So
the
animals
trooped
down
to
the
hayfield
to
begin
the
harvest
,
and
when
they
came
back
in
the
evening
it
was
noticed
that
the
milk
had
disappeared
.
How
they
toiled
and
sweated
to
get
the
hay
in
!
But
their
efforts
were
rewarded
,
for
the
harvest
was
an
even
bigger
success
than
they
had
hoped
.
Sometimes
the
work
was
hard
;
the
implements
had
been
designed
for
human
beings
and
not
for
animals
,
and
it
was
a
great
drawback
that
no
animal
was
able
to
use
any
tool
that
involved
standing
on
his
hind
legs
.
But
the
pigs
were
so
clever
that
they
could
think
of
a
way
round
every
difficulty
.
As
for
the
horses
,
they
knew
every
inch
of
the
field
,
and
in
fact
understood
the
business
of
mowing
and
raking
far
better
than
Jones
and
his
men
had
ever
done
.
The
pigs
did
not
actually
work
,
but
directed
and
supervised
the
others
.
With
their
superior
knowledge
it
was
natural
that
they
should
assume
the
leadership
.
Boxer
and
Clover
would
harness
themselves
to
the
cutter
or
the
horse
-
rake
(
no
bits
or
reins
were
needed
in
these
days
,
of
course
)
and
tramp
steadily
round
and
round
the
field
with
a
pig
walking
behind
and
calling
out
"
Gee
up
,
comrade
!
"
or
"
Whoa
back
,
comrade
!
"
as
the
case
might
be
.
And
every
animal
down
to
the
humblest
worked
at
turning
the
hay
and
gathering
it
.
Even
the
ducks
and
hens
toiled
to
and
fro
all
day
in
the
sun
,
carrying
tiny
wisps
of
hay
in
their
beaks
.
In
the
end
they
finished
the
harvest
in
two
days
’
less
time
than
it
had
usually
taken
Jones
and
his
men
.
Moreover
,
it
was
the
biggest
harvest
that
the
farm
had
ever
seen
.
There
was
no
wastage
whatever
;
the
hens
and
ducks
with
their
sharp
eyes
had
gathered
up
the
very
last
stalk
.
And
not
an
animal
on
the
farm
had
stolen
so
much
as
a
mouthful
.
All
through
that
summer
the
work
of
the
farm
went
like
clockwork
.
The
animals
were
happy
as
they
had
never
conceived
it
possible
to
be
.
Every
mouthful
of
food
was
an
acute
positive
pleasure
,
now
that
it
was
truly
their
own
food
,
produced
by
themselves
and
for
themselves
,
not
doled
out
to
them
by
a
grudging
master
.
With
the
worthless
parasitical
human
beings
gone
,
there
was
more
for
everyone
to
eat
.
There
was
more
leisure
too
,
inexperienced
though
the
animals
were
.
They
met
with
many
difficulties
—
for
instance
,
later
in
the
year
,
when
they
harvested
the
corn
,
they
had
to
tread
it
out
in
the
ancient
style
and
blow
away
the
chaff
with
their
breath
,
since
the
farm
possessed
no
threshing
machine
—
but
the
pigs
with
their
cleverness
and
Boxer
with
his
tremendous
muscles
always
pulled
them
through
.
Boxer
was
the
admiration
of
everybody
.
He
had
been
a
hard
worker
even
in
Jones
’
s
time
,
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
.
From
morning
to
night
he
was
pushing
and
pulling
,
always
at
the
spot
where
the
work
was
hardest
.
He
had
made
an
arrangement
with
one
of
the
cockerels
to
call
him
in
the
mornings
half
an
hour
earlier
than
anyone
else
,
and
would
put
in
some
volunteer
labour
at
whatever
seemed
to
be
most
needed
,
before
the
regular
day
’
s
work
began
.
His
answer
to
every
problem
,
every
setback
,
was
"
I
will
work
harder
!
"
—
which
he
had
adopted
as
his
personal
motto
.
But
everyone
worked
according
to
his
capacity
.
The
hens
and
ducks
,
for
instance
,
saved
five
bushels
of
corn
at
the
harvest
by
gathering
up
the
stray
grains
.
Nobody
stole
,
nobody
grumbled
over
his
rations
,
the
quarrelling
and
biting
and
jealousy
which
had
been
normal
features
of
life
in
the
old
days
had
almost
disappeared
.
Nobody
shirked
—
or
almost
nobody
.
Mollie
,
it
was
true
,
was
not
good
at
getting
up
in
the
mornings
,
and
had
a
way
of
leaving
work
early
on
the
ground
that
there
was
a
stone
in
her
hoof
.
And
the
behaviour
of
the
cat
was
somewhat
peculiar
.
It
was
soon
noticed
that
when
there
was
work
to
be
done
the
cat
could
never
be
found
.
She
would
vanish
for
hours
on
end
,
and
then
reappear
at
meal
-
times
,
or
in
the
evening
after
work
was
over
,
as
though
nothing
had
happened
.
But
she
always
made
such
excellent
excuses
,
and
purred
so
affectionately
,
that
it
was
impossible
not
to
believe
in
her
good
intentions
.
Old
Benjamin
,
the
donkey
,
seemed
quite
unchanged
since
the
Rebellion
.
He
did
his
work
in
the
same
slow
obstinate
way
as
he
had
done
it
in
Jones
’
s
time
,
never
shirking
and
never
volunteering
for
extra
work
either
.
About
the
Rebellion
and
its
results
he
would
express
no
opinion
.
When
asked
whether
he
was
not
happier
now
that
Jones
was
gone
,
he
would
say
only
"
Donkeys
live
a
long
time
.
None
of
you
has
ever
seen
a
dead
donkey
,
"
and
the
others
had
to
be
content
with
this
cryptic
answer
.
On
Sundays
there
was
no
work
.
Breakfast
was
an
hour
later
than
usual
,
and
after
breakfast
there
was
a
ceremony
which
was
observed
every
week
without
fail
.
First
came
the
hoisting
of
the
flag
.
Snowball
had
found
in
the
harness
-
room
an
old
green
tablecloth
of
Mrs
.
Jones
’
s
and
had
painted
on
it
a
hoof
and
a
horn
in
white
.
This
was
run
up
the
flagstaff
in
the
farmhouse
garden
every
Sunday
morning
.
The
flag
was
green
,
Snowball
explained
,
to
represent
the
green
fields
of
England
,
while
the
hoof
and
horn
signified
the
future
Republic
of
the
Animals
which
would
arise
when
the
human
race
had
been
finally
overthrown
.
After
the
hoisting
of
the
flag
all
the
animals
trooped
into
the
big
barn
for
a
general
assembly
which
was
known
as
the
Meeting
.
Here
the
work
of
the
coming
week
was
planned
out
and
resolutions
were
put
forward
and
debated
.
It
was
always
the
pigs
who
put
forward
the
resolutions
.
The
other
animals
understood
how
to
vote
,
but
could
never
think
of
any
resolutions
of
their
own
.
Snowball
and
Napoleon
were
by
far
the
most
active
in
the
debates
.
But
it
was
noticed
that
these
two
were
never
in
agreement
:
whatever
suggestion
either
of
them
made
,
the
other
could
be
counted
on
to
oppose
it
.
Even
when
it
was
resolved
—
a
thing
no
one
could
object
to
in
itself
—
to
set
aside
the
small
paddock
behind
the
orchard
as
a
home
of
rest
for
animals
who
were
past
work
,
there
was
a
stormy
debate
over
the
correct
retiring
age
for
each
class
of
animal
.
The
Meeting
always
ended
with
the
singing
of
‘
Beasts
of
England
’
,
and
the
afternoon
was
given
up
to
recreation
.
