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"
You
have
heard
then
,
comrades
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
we
pigs
now
sleep
in
the
beds
of
the
farmhouse
?
And
why
not
?
You
did
not
suppose
,
surely
,
that
there
was
ever
a
ruling
against
beds
?
A
bed
merely
means
a
place
to
sleep
in
.
A
pile
of
straw
in
a
stall
is
a
bed
,
properly
regarded
.
The
rule
was
against
sheets
,
which
are
a
human
invention
.
We
have
removed
the
sheets
from
the
farmhouse
beds
,
and
sleep
between
blankets
.
And
very
comfortable
beds
they
are
too
!
But
not
more
comfortable
than
we
need
,
I
can
tell
you
,
comrades
,
with
all
the
brainwork
we
have
to
do
nowadays
.
You
would
not
rob
us
of
our
repose
,
would
you
,
comrades
?
You
would
not
have
us
too
tired
to
carry
out
our
duties
?
Surely
none
of
you
wishes
to
see
Jones
back
?
"
The
animals
reassured
him
on
this
point
immediately
,
and
no
more
was
said
about
the
pigs
sleeping
in
the
farmhouse
beds
.
And
when
,
some
days
afterwards
,
it
was
announced
that
from
now
on
the
pigs
would
get
up
an
hour
later
in
the
mornings
than
the
other
animals
,
no
complaint
was
made
about
that
either
.
By
the
autumn
the
animals
were
tired
but
happy
.
They
had
had
a
hard
year
,
and
after
the
sale
of
part
of
the
hay
and
corn
,
the
stores
of
food
for
the
winter
were
none
too
plentiful
,
but
the
windmill
compensated
for
everything
.
It
was
almost
half
built
now
.
After
the
harvest
there
was
a
stretch
of
clear
dry
weather
,
and
the
animals
toiled
harder
than
ever
,
thinking
it
well
worth
while
to
plod
to
and
fro
all
day
with
blocks
of
stone
if
by
doing
so
they
could
raise
the
walls
another
foot
.
Boxer
would
even
come
out
at
nights
and
work
for
an
hour
or
two
on
his
own
by
the
light
of
the
harvest
moon
.
In
their
spare
moments
the
animals
would
walk
round
and
round
the
half
-
finished
mill
,
admiring
the
strength
and
perpendicularity
of
its
walls
and
marvelling
that
they
should
ever
have
been
able
to
build
anything
so
imposing
.
Only
old
Benjamin
refused
to
grow
enthusiastic
about
the
windmill
,
though
,
as
usual
,
he
would
utter
nothing
beyond
the
cryptic
remark
that
donkeys
live
a
long
time
.
November
came
,
with
raging
south
-
west
winds
.
Building
had
to
stop
because
it
was
now
too
wet
to
mix
the
cement
.
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
.
The
hens
woke
up
squawking
with
terror
because
they
had
all
dreamed
simultaneously
of
hearing
a
gun
go
off
in
the
distance
.
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
.
They
had
just
noticed
this
when
a
cry
of
despair
broke
from
every
animal
’
s
throat
.
A
terrible
sight
had
met
their
eyes
.
The
windmill
was
in
ruins
.
With
one
accord
they
dashed
down
to
the
spot
.
Napoleon
,
who
seldom
moved
out
of
a
walk
,
raced
ahead
of
them
all
.
Yes
,
there
it
lay
,
the
fruit
of
all
their
struggles
,
levelled
to
its
foundations
,
the
stones
they
had
broken
and
carried
so
laboriously
scattered
all
around
.
Unable
at
first
to
speak
,
they
stood
gazing
mournfully
at
the
litter
of
fallen
stone
.
Napoleon
paced
to
and
fro
in
silence
,
occasionally
snuffing
at
the
ground
.
His
tail
had
grown
rigid
and
twitched
sharply
from
side
to
side
,
a
sign
in
him
of
intense
mental
activity
.
Suddenly
he
halted
as
though
his
mind
were
made
up
.
"
Comrades
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
do
you
know
who
is
responsible
for
this
?
Do
you
know
the
enemy
who
has
come
in
the
night
and
overthrown
our
windmill
?
SNOWBALL
!
"
he
suddenly
roared
in
a
voice
of
thunder
.
"
Snowball
has
done
this
thing
!
In
sheer
malignity
,
thinking
to
set
back
our
plans
and
avenge
himself
for
his
ignominious
expulsion
,
this
traitor
has
crept
here
under
cover
of
night
and
destroyed
our
work
of
nearly
a
year
.
Comrades
,
here
and
now
I
pronounce
the
death
sentence
upon
Snowball
.
‘
Animal
Hero
,
Second
Class
,
’
and
half
a
bushel
of
apples
to
any
animal
who
brings
him
to
justice
.
A
full
bushel
to
anyone
who
captures
him
alive
!
"
The
animals
were
shocked
beyond
measure
to
learn
that
even
Snowball
could
be
guilty
of
such
an
action
.
There
was
a
cry
of
indignation
,
and
everyone
began
thinking
out
ways
of
catching
Snowball
if
he
should
ever
come
back
.
Almost
immediately
the
footprints
of
a
pig
were
discovered
in
the
grass
at
a
little
distance
from
the
knoll
.
They
could
only
be
traced
for
a
few
yards
,
but
appeared
to
lead
to
a
hole
in
the
hedge
.
Napoleon
snuffed
deeply
at
them
and
pronounced
them
to
be
Snowball
’
s
.
He
gave
it
as
his
opinion
that
Snowball
had
probably
come
from
the
direction
of
Foxwood
Farm
.
"
No
more
delays
,
comrades
!
"
cried
Napoleon
when
the
footprints
had
been
examined
.
"
There
is
work
to
be
done
.
This
very
morning
we
begin
rebuilding
the
windmill
,
and
we
will
build
all
through
the
winter
,
rain
or
shine
.
We
will
teach
this
miserable
traitor
that
he
cannot
undo
our
work
so
easily
.
Remember
,
comrades
,
there
must
be
no
alteration
in
our
plans
:
they
shall
be
carried
out
to
the
day
.
Forward
,
comrades
!
Long
live
the
windmill
!
Long
live
Animal
Farm
!
"
It
was
a
bitter
winter
.
The
stormy
weather
was
followed
by
sleet
and
snow
,
and
then
by
a
hard
frost
which
did
not
break
till
well
into
February
.
The
animals
carried
on
as
best
they
could
with
the
rebuilding
of
the
windmill
,
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
.
