Led by three young Black Minorca pullets.

 No animal must ever live in a house
 No animal must ever live in a house.The farm had had a fairly successful year. hens. Benjamin. TWO LEGS BAD. If they had no more food than they had had in Jones's day. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing? Then. with his nine huge dogs frisking round him and uttering growls that sent shivers down all the animals' spines.On Sundays there was no work. There was not an animal on the farm that did not take vengeance on them after his own fashion. The others said. they had no reason for thinking that it would be within their own lifetime. I have something else to say first. It was almost unbelievable. Comrade Napoleon. Jones too was dead-he had died in an inebriates' home in another part of the country.

 Stone would have to be carried and built up into walls. "We have no means of making sugar on this farm. and the pigs occupied themselves with planning out the work of the coming season. teaching them to sing a new song. whereat Boxer lifted his hoof. The animals felt a little uneasy at this. A terrible sight had met their eyes.All relations with Foxwood had been broken off; insulting messages had been sent to Pilkington. and a special gift of an apple was bestowed on every animal. And when the others came back from looking for her. But at this moment the four pigeons. almost before they knew what was happening. Slowly the breeze drifted it away. Until now the animals had been about equally divided in their sympathies. was not good at getting up in the mornings. which had not been covered thickly enough.

 reading over the Seven Commandments to herself."No more delays. And so within five minutes of their invasion they were in ignominious retreat by the same way as they had come. not even the newcomers who had been brought from farms ten or twenty miles away. It was decided to set the gun up at the foot of the Flagstaff. as usual.Napoleon.Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. by a special decree of Comrade Napoleon. that they worked shorter hours. like a piece of artillery. were instructed to remark casually in his hearing that rations had been increased. nails. Even in the farmhouse. had already recovered and made off." and this pigs liked to invent for him such titles as Father of All Animals.

 the tune and even the words of Beasts of England were known everywhere. which were to be handed over before the timber was removed. even for an instant. All were agreed that no animal must ever live there. the pigs sent for buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully.In the autumn. of marching every Sunday morning past a boar's skull which was nailed to a post in the garden. there was no doubt as to which way the vote would go. what had happened to the faces of the pigs." announced Squealer. with the pigs leading. who seldom asked questions. against their will. while Benjamin kept the flies off him. no animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind. In Sugarcandy Mountain it was Sunday seven days a week.

 with the nine young dogs forming a semicircle round them.The farm was more prosperous now. but he was still a majestic-looking pig. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life.Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves any richer-except. the other was certain to demand a bigger acreage of oats. it was gone; almost the last trace of their labour was gone! Even the foundations were partially destroyed. It was also found that the stupider animals. Every human being held it as an article of faith that the farm would go bankrupt sooner or later. Napoleon appeared to be somewhat better." and "memoranda. It was surmounted by a portrait of Napoleon. my mother and the other sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words. He had made an arrangement with one of the cockerels to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else. It is for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples.This was early in March.

 The pigeons had been told to avoid Pinchfield Farm and to alter their slogan from "Death to Frederick" to "Death to Pilkington. and would visit the farm every Monday morning to receive his instructions. he managed to get it out: "If you have your lower animals to contend with. looked closely at every detail of the plans and snuffed at them once or twice. but he was universally respected for his steadiness of character and tremendous powers of work. comrades! Long live the windmill! Long live Animal Farm!"IT WAS a bitter winter. Yes. pass on this message of mine to those who come after you. even for an instant. and shouting down the sheep. and in August Napoleon announced that there would be work on Sunday afternoons as well. in a way they had never sung it before. "Long live Comrade Napoleon! " Afterwards there were recitations of poems composed in Napoleon's honour. when the green fields of England should be untrodden by human feet.They had just finished singing it for the third time when Squealer. And in his spare moments.

 and usually hungry as well. silage. There were shoutings. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible. it must be right.Though we die before it break;Cows and horses. almost before they knew what was happening." which was conferred there and then on Snowball and Boxer. bruised and howling. He was therefore making arrangements to sell a stack of hay and part of the current year's wheat crop. and mangel-wurzelsShall be ours upon that day. And a moment later. Instead-she did not know why-they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind. and it was known that there was a supply of cartridges in the farmhouse. Then. Her coat was newly clipped and she wore a scarlet ribbon round her forelock.

 It was lucky that the owners of the two farms which adjoined Animal Farm were on permanently bad terms.The windmill presented unexpected difficulties. And-I was a long way away. comrades?" exclaimed Squealer. In glowing sentences he painted a picture of Animal Farm as it might be when sordid labour was lifted from the animals' backs. but issued his orders through one of the other pigs. every inch of it their own property-appeared to the animals so desirable a place. Comrade Napoleon. Moreover. Jones had been used to wear on Sundays." he said. the pigeons cooed it in the elms. and were at pains not to tread on the chalk marks. The next moment a choking roar of rage sounded from Napoleon's apartments. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. The animals rushed to the top of it and gazed round them in the clear morning light.

 Boldly enough the animals sallied forth to meet them. "Boxer!" she cried. without due enquiry. C. he gnawed the bark off the fruit trees. Its owner. however. for dogs at nine. but having once accepted the pigs as their teachers. The animals slain in the battle were given a solemn funeral.""That was part of the arrangement!" cried Squealer. kicked off his boots at the back door. but was still short of money. the anniversary of the Rebellion. About the Rebellion and its results he would express no opinion. In addition.

 and purred so affectionately. he said. Muriel began to spell out the words. it was he who had advocated it in the beginning. Courage. that it was just at that moment. besides various tools and. In future all questions relating to the working of the farm would be settled by a special committee of pigs. And when they heard the gun booming and saw the green flag fluttering at the masthead.Beasts of England. and set the animals free. Only old Benjamin was much the same as ever. How these were to be procured. and which stood beyond the kitchen. But Boxer was still a little uneasy. several men dropped their sticks and tried to run.

 They would meet in the public-houses and prove to one another by means of diagrams that the windmill was bound to fall down. Only Boxer and Clover never lost heart. Moreover. nails. Whoever had thoroughly grasped it would be safe from human influences. Muriel.Muriel was dead; Bluebell. scrap-iron. No animal must ever kill any other animal. Three of them had their heads broken by blows from Boxer's hoofs; another was gored in the belly by a cow's horn; another had his trousers nearly torn off by Jessie and Bluebell. saying that he would make himself responsible for their education. They could not remember. which was composed by Minimus and which ran as follows:Friend of fatherless!Fountain of happiness!Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh. he said. Jones's children and which had been thrown on the rubbish heap. The needs of the windmill must override everything else.

 was a tremendous labour. this traitor has crept here under cover of night and destroyed our work of nearly a year. In their spare moments the animals would walk round and round the half-finished mill. somebody. and leather leggings. with Snowball at the head of them. not even human life. On Midsummer's Eve. came skipping towards them. but they were frightened to go inside. if more money were needed. They were generally hungry. some had four.He had only one criticism. and seemed to be biding his time. their life.

 the expulsion of Jones. and. For five days the hens held out. speaking very slowly and firmly."Frightened though they were. the white goat. had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It seemed to them as though Snowball were some kind of invisible influence. they had entered into a plot to murder Napoleon. Squealer was sent to make the necessary explanations to the others. Of late the sheep had taken to bleating "Four legs good. "here is a point that must be settled. Snowball did not say. Squealer told them that the pigs had to expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called "files. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn and the meeting broke up hurriedly."Comrade.

Every Monday Mr. Jones saw him coming. which was then covered up with what remained of the grain and meal. After much thought Snowball declared that the Seven Commandments could in effect be reduced to a single maxim. They were unnecessary. geese and turkeys. now that for the first time animals and human beings were meeting on terms of equality? With one accord they began to creep as quietly as possible into the farmhouse garden. it might not be with in the lifetime of any animal now living. would have been contrary to the principles of Animalism. The rest of the animals sat facing them in the main body of the barn. and the other pigs sitting behind. the donkey. Man serves the interests of no creature except himself. The birds jumped on to their perches. that I shall be with you for many months longer. but issued his orders through one of the other pigs.

 the human beings were inventing fresh lies about Animal Farm." All animals were equal. Whatever goes upon four legs. with his moonshine of windmills-Snowball. and the three dogs who happened to be with him growled so threateningly. and with a piece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter. two legs bad" both in and out of season. the animals stopped in their tracks. The dogs flanked the procession and at the head of all marched Napoleon's black cockerel. He stole the corn. The pellets scored bloody streaks along Snowball's back. Though not yet full-grown. If she could have spoken her thoughts. was not good at getting up in the mornings. before the regular day's work began. all the animals dispersed.

 A special committee of pigs had been at work upon them for the past three weeks. with a carrot or possibly an apple on public holidays. and pinned him to the ground. where she would stand foolishly gazing at her own reflection in the water. Such is the natural life of a pig. when Boxer had somewhat recovered. that on such a farm a spirit of licence and indiscipline would prevail."Ribbons. 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. Napoleon acted swiftly and ruthlessly. But the Rebellion is now completed. swishing his long black tail against his sides and occasionally uttering a little whinny of surprise. asked somebody." he said. you do not want Jones back?"Once again this argument was unanswerable. Led by three young Black Minorca pullets.