The WINDMILL
As winter drew on, Mollie became more and more troublesome. She was late for work every morning and excused herself by saying that she had overslept. And she complained of mysterious pains, although her appetite was excellent. On every kind of pretext she would run away from work and go to the drinking pool, where she would stand foolishly gazing at her own reflection in the water.
Winter was approaching, and Molly was becoming more and more annoying. She was always late for work every morning, and she always excused herself that she had overslept. She also complained of some incredible ailments, but her appetite was strong. She would find excuses to avoid work and run to the sink, standing there dumbfounded, staring at her reflection in the water.
But there were also rumors of something more serious. One day, as Mollie strolled blithely into the yard, flirting her long tail and chewing at a stalk of hay, Clover took her aside. "Mollie," she said, "I have something very serious to say to you. This morning I saw you looking over the hedge that divides Animal Farm from Foxwood.
But there are some rumors that are more serious than that. One day, as Molly was chewing on a grass root while dangling her long tail and wandering happily into the yard, Claver pulled her aside. "Molly," she said, "I have something very important for you. This morning, I saw you inspecting the hedge that separates Animal Farm from Foxwood Manor.
One of Mr. Pilkington's men was standing on the other side of the hedge. And--I was a long way away, but I am almost certain I saw this--he was talking to you and you were allowing him to stroke your nose. What does that mean, Mollie?" "He didn't! I wasn't! It isn't true!" cried Mollie, beginning to prance about and paw the ground. "Mollie! Look me in the face. Do you give me your word of honor that that man was not stroking your nose?" "It isn't true!" repeated Mollie, but she could not look Clover in the face, and the next moment she took to her heels and galloped away into the field.
There was a man from Mr. Pilkington who was standing on the other side of the hedge. Well...... Even though I'm far away, I'm sure I see him talking to you and you let him touch your nose. What's going on, Molly? "He didn't touch it!" I didn't let it! This is not true! Molly shouted, lifting her front hooves and scratching the ground. Molly! Look at me. You can swear to me that the man wasn't touching your nose. "That's not true!" Molly repeated, but did not dare to face Claver. Then she sped toward the field and fled.
A thought struck Clover. Without saying anything to the others, she went to Mollie's stall and turned over the straw with her hoof. Hidden under the straw was a little pile of lump sugar and several bunches of ribbon of different colors. Three days later Mollie disappeared. For some weeks nothing was known of her whereabouts, then the pigeons reported that they had seen her on the other side of Willingdon.
A thought flashed through Clover's mind. Without saying hello, she ran to Molly's stable and turned over a pile of grass with her hooves. Hidden under the grass was a pile of sugar cubes and several straps of different colors. Three days later, Molly was gone. Her whereabouts were unknown for several weeks, and the pigeons later reported that they had seen her over there in Wellington.
She was between the shafts of a smart dogcart painted red and black, which was standing outside a public-house. A fat red-faced man in check breeches and gaiters, who looked like a publican, was stroking her nose and feeding her with sugar. Her coat was newly clipped and she wore a scarlet ribbon round her forelock. She appeared to be enjoying herself, so the pigeons said. None of the animals ever mentioned Mollie again.
At the time, she was being driven in a one-way carriage, fashionable, painted red and black, parked outside an inn. There was a fat man with a red face, dressed in checkered breeches and tall boots, like an innkeeper, who caressed her nose while feeding her candy. Her hair was trimmed and she wore a bright red band on her forehead. So the pigeon said, she seemed smug. From then on, the animals never mentioned her again.
In January there came bitterly hard weather. The earth was like iron, and nothing could be done in the fields. Many meetings were held in the big barn, and the pigs occupied themselves with planning out the work of the coming season. It had come to be accepted that the pigs, who were manifestly cleverer than the other animals, should decide all questions of farm policy, though their decisions had to be ratified by a majority vote.
In January, the weather was extremely harsh. The fields are like iron plates, and nothing can be done. Instead, there were many meetings in the big barn, and the pigs were busy planning the next quarter. They were clearly smarter than the other animals, and it was only natural that they should make decisions on all the general policies of the manor, although their decisions would have to be approved by a majority of votes before they could be valid.
This arrangement would have worked well enough if it had not been for the disputes between Snowball and Napoleon. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible. If one of them suggested sowing a bigger acreage with barley, the other was certain to demand a bigger acreage of oats.
Originally, if Snowbaw and Napoleon hadn't made a fuss about each other, the whole process would have gone smoothly. But on every argument, the two of them raised the bar as soon as they could. If one of them suggests sowing barley in a larger area, the other will definitely require sowing oats in a larger area.
And if one of them said that such and such a field was just right for cabbages, the other would declare that it was useless for anything except roots. Each had his own following, and there were some violent debates. At the Meetings Snowball often won over the majority by his brilliant speeches, but Napoleon was better at canvassing support for himself in between times. He was especially successful with the sheep.
If one says that a certain place is the most suitable place to grow cabbage, the other will claim that it is necessary to grow potatoes there, otherwise it is a piece of wasteland. They both have their own followers, and there are some heated arguments between them. At the big meeting, Snowbo was able to speak eloquently, making the vast majority of animals sincere, while Napoleon was better at canvassing for support during the break in the meeting. In the sheep, he was particularly successful.
Of late the sheep had taken to bleating "Four legs good, two legs bad" both in and out of season, and they often interrupted the Meeting with this. It was noticed that they were especially liable to break into "Four legs good, two legs bad" at crucial moments in Snowball's speeches.
Later, whether it was timely or not, the sheep were clamoring "four legs are good, two legs are bad", and often used this to disrupt the big meetings. It has also been noted that the more Snooper's speech reaches the key point, the more likely they are to insert a "four-legged good, two-legged bad" beep.
Snowball had made a close study of some back numbers of the 'Farmer and Stockbreeder' which he had found in the farmhouse, and was full of plans for innovations and improvements. talked learnedly about field drains, silage, and bHeasic slag, and had worked out a complicated scheme for all the animals to drop their dung directly in the fields, at a different spot every day, to save the labor of cartage.
Snowboll had found some expired magazines of The Farmer and The Livestock in the owner's yard and had studied them in depth, filling his head with ideas for innovation and invention.
He talked about what farmland drainage, what feed preservation, what alkaline slag, full of pedantic. He also devised a sophisticated system that would divert the feces that animals pull in different places each day directly into the ground to save labor for transport.
Napoleon produced no schemes of his own, but said quietly that Snowball's would come to nothing, and seemed to be biding his time. But of all their controversies, none was so bitter as the one that took place over the windmill.
Napoleon himself contributed nothing, but he turned around and said that Snopho's things would eventually be a void, and it seemed that he was walking and watching. But of all their quarrels, the fiercest was the controversy over the windmill.
In the long pasture, not far from the farm buildings, there was a small knoll which was the highest point on the farm. After surveying the ground, Snowball declared that this was just the place for a windmill, which could be made to operate a dynamo and supply the farm with electrical power. This would light the stalls and warm them in winter, and would also run a circular saw, a chaff-cutter, a mangel-slicer, and an electric milking machine.
On the narrow pasture, not far from the shack in the manor, there was a small hill bag, which was the commanding height of the manor. After surveying the place, Snowbo announced that it was the most suitable place to build a windmill that could be used to drive a generator to power the estate. This also allows the shacks to be lit up and heated in winter, as well as circular saws, lawn mowers, slicers and electric milking machines.
The animals had never heard of anything of this kind before (for the farm was an old-fashioned one and had only the most primitive machinery). And they listened in astonishment while Snowball conjured up pictures of fantastic machines which would do their work for them while they grazed at their ease in the fields or improved their minds with reading and conversation.
The animals had never heard of anything like this before (because it was an old-fashioned manor with only a very primitive machine). When Snowbow painted a vivid picture of the wonderful machines, saying that they could work for them while they leisurely grazed in the fields, when they were cultivating their minds and reading or chatting, the animals were dumbfounded.
Within a few weeks Snowball's plans for the windmill were fully worked out. The mechanical details came mostly from three books which had belonged to Mr. Jones--'One Thousand Useful Things to Do About the House', 'Every Man His Own Bricklayer', and 'Electricity for Beginners'.
Within a few weeks, Snowbaw's design for the windmill was all in place. Most of the mechanical details are taken from the three books "1000 Good Things to Do in the House", "Do Your Own Bricklayer" and "Introduction to Electricity", which were originally also written by Mr. Jones.
Snowball used as his study a shed which had once been used for incubators and had a smooth wooden floor, suitable for drawing on. He was closeted there for hours at a time. With his books held open by a stone, and with a piece of chalk gripped between the knuckles of his trotter, he would move rapidly to and fro, drawing in line after line and uttering little whimpers of excitement.
Snowboll used a small shed as his studio, which was once an incubation shed with a smooth wooden floor suitable for drawing. He was there behind closed doors, working for hours. He pressed the open book with stones, and between the toes of his hooves was a piece of chalk,
He walked back and forth sharply, humming with a hint of excitement as he drew one line after another.
Gradually the plans grew into a complicated mass of cranks and cog-wheels, covering more than half the floor, which the other animals found completely unintelligible but very impressive. All of them came to look at Snowball's drawings at least once a day. Even the hens and ducks came, and were at pains not to tread on the chalk marks.
Gradually, the design went deep into the complex part with a large number of cranks and gears, and the drawing covered most of the floor, which seemed too esoteric to other animals, but it was very impressive. They had to come at least once a day to see Snowboy drawing. Even chickens and ducks came, and extra care was taken not to step on the chalk line.
Only Napoleon held aloof. He had declared himself against the windmill from the start. One day, however, he arrived unexpectedly to examine the plans. He walked heavily round the shed, looked closely at every detail of the plans and snuffed at them once or twice, then stood for a little while contemplating them out of the corner of his eye. Then suddenly he lifted his leg, urinated over the plans, and walked out without uttering a word.
Only Napoleon avoided it. At the beginning, he spoke out against windmills. One day, however, unexpectedly, he also came to check the blueprints. He walked around the shed in a dull voice, scrutinizing every detail on the blueprints, occasionally humming at them from his nose once or twice, then squinting his eyes and standing aside to look at the drawings for a while. Suddenly, he lifted his legs, sprinkled a soak of urine on Tu, took a word, and flew away.
The whole farm was deeply divided on the subject of the windmill. Snowball did not deny that to build it would be a difficult business. Stone would have to be carried and built up into walls, then the sails would have to be made and after that there would be need for dynamos and cables. (How these were to be procured, Snowball did not say.) But he maintained that it could all be done in a year.
The whole estate was completely divided over the windmill. Snowbo does not deny that building it is a onerous undertaking. It was necessary to quarry and build walls, to make blades, and to have generators and cables. (As for how these will be honored, Snowbow did not say at the time.) But he insisted the project could be completed within a year.
And thereafter, he declared, so much labor would be saved that the animals would only need to work three days a week.
It also claims that when built, it will save so much labor that the animals only need to work three days a week.
Napoleon, on the other hand, argued that the great need of the moment was to increase food production, and that if they wasted time on the windmill they would all starve to death. The animals formed themselves into two factions under the slogan, "Vote for Snowball and the three-day week" and "Vote for Napoleon and the full manger."
Napoleon, on the other hand, argued that what was most urgently needed at the moment was to increase food production, and that if they wasted their time on the windmills, they would all starve to death. Under the different slogans of "supporting Snowbow and working three days a week" and "supporting Napoleon and the food full tank system", the animals formed two factions.
Benjamin was the only animal who did not side with either faction. He refused to believe either that food would become more plentiful or that the windmill would save work. Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.
Benjamin is the only animal that doesn't stick to either side. He did not believe in any food that would be more plentiful, nor in what windmill would save labor. He said that it doesn't matter if there are windmills or not, life will go on, as always, that is to say, there are always deficiencies.
Apart from the disputes over the windmill, there was the question of the defense of the farm. It was fully realized that though the human beings had been defeated in the Battle of the Cowshed they might make another and more determined attempt to recapture the farm and reinstate Mr. Jones. They had all the more reason for doing so because the news of their defeat had spread across the countryside and made the animals on the neighboring farms more restive than ever.
In addition to the windmill dispute, there was also a question of the defense of the manor. Although the men were defeated in the Battle of the Cowshed, it is true that they would launch an even more ferocious invasion to retake the manor and restore Mr. Jones. Further, the news of their defeat had spread throughout the country, making the animals of the nearby estates more difficult to control than before, and they had all the more reason to do so.
As usual, Snowball and Napoleon were in disagreement. According to Napoleon, what the animals must do was to procure firearms and train themselves in the use of them. According to Snowball, they must send out more and more pigeons and stir up rebellion among the animals on the other farms.
But Snowbaw and Napoleon disagreed as usual. According to Napoleon, the animals' immediate priority was to find a way to arm themselves and train themselves to use weapons. And according to Snowbow, they should release more and more pigeons to incite rebellion among the animals of other estates.
The one argued that if they could not defend themselves they were bound to be conquered. The other argued that if rebellions happened everywhere they would have no need to defend themselves. The animals listened first to Napoleon, then to Snowball, and could not make up their minds which was right. Indeed, they always found themselves in agreement with the one who was speaking at the moment.
One says that if you don't defend yourself, it's tantamount to sitting still. Another said that if there was a rebellion, there would be no need for self-defense. The animals listened first to Napoleon and then to Snowbo, and they could not be sure who was right and who was wrong. In fact, they always find that whoever speaks will agree with whom.
At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. At the Meeting on the following Sunday the question of whether or not to begin work on the windmill was to be put to the vote. When the animals had assembled in the big barn, Snowball stood up and, though occasionally interrupted by bleating from the sheep, set forth his reasons for advocating the building of the windmill.
Finally survived the day, Snowbo's design was completed. At the Sunday conference that followed, the issue of whether to start construction of windmills will be put to a vote. When the animals had assembled in the great barn, Snowbo stood up, and although occasionally interrupted by the clatter of sheep, he presented his passion for building windmills.
Then Napoleon stood up to reply. He said very quietly that the windmill was nonsense and that he advised nobody to vote for it, and promptly sat down again. He had spoken for barely thirty seconds, and seemed almost indifferent as to the effect he produced.
Then Napoleon stood up and retorted. He said very implicitly that the windmill was a blind toss, advised everyone not to support it, and sat down again. He spoke for less than half a minute, and it seemed a bit like he didn't say anything.
At this Snowball sprang to his feet, and shouting down the sheep, who had begun bleating again, broke into a passionate appeal in favor of the windmill. Until now the animals had been about equally divided in their sympathies, but in a moment Snowball's eloquence had carried them away. In glowing sentences he painted a picture of Animal Farm as it might be when sordid labor was lifted from the animals' backs.
At this time, Snowbo jumped up, drank the sheep that was about to bark again, and made a generous statement, calling on everyone to support the windmill. Before that, the animals were basically divided into two factions equally because of their own advantages, but in an instant, Snowbo's eloquence made them obedient. In warm language, he described the scene of Animal Farm when the animals were freed from heavy labor.
His imagination had now run far beyond chaff-cutters and turnip-slicers. Electricity, he said, could operate threshing machines, ploughs, harrows, rollers, and reapers and binders, besides supplying every stall with its own electric light, hot and cold water, and an electric heater. By the time he had finished speaking, there was no doubt as to which way the vote would go.
His vision by this time had long since gone far beyond the hay machine and the radish cutter. Electricity, he said, drives threshing machines, ploughs, rakes, mills, harvesters and strappers, and in addition to providing lamps, hot or cold water, and electric stoves to every shack. After he finished his speech, it was clear where the vote would go.
But just at this moment Napoleon stood up and, casting a peculiar sidelong look at Snowball, uttered a high-pitched whimper of a kind no one had ever heard him utter before. At this there was a terrible baying sound outside, and nine enormous dogs wearing brass-studded collars came bounding into the barn.
At this juncture, Napoleon stood up, glanced at Snowbo in a strange way, and gave a shrill whistle that no animal had ever heard him hit before. At this moment, a fierce cry came from outside, and then nine strong dogs, wearing collars with bronze studs, jumped into the valley of the great barn.
They dashed straight for Snowball, who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. In a moment he was out of the door and they were after him. Too amazed and frightened to speak, all the animals crowded through the door to watch the chase. Snowball was racing across the long pasture that led to the road.
They pounced on Snowbo, who jumped up at the last moment when he was about to be bitten. He ran out the door, and the dog chased after him. The animals were stunned and stuttered, and they huddled outside the door to watch the chase. Snowbo galloped through the pasture leading to the main road.
He was running as only a pig can run, but the dogs were close on his heels. Suddenly he slipped and it seemed certain that they had him. Then he was up again, running faster than ever, then the dogs were gaining on him again. One of them all but closed his jaws on Snowball's tail, but Snowball whisked it free just in time. Then he put on an extra spurt and, with a few inches to spare, slipped through a hole in the hedge and was seen no more.
He ran desperately with all his might, and the dog was already approaching his hind hooves. Suddenly, he slipped and looked like he was about to be caught by them. But he got up again and ran faster, but the dog caught up again. One of the dogs was about to bite Snowboy's tail, but Snowbaw flicked it off in time. Then he sprinted again, and the dog was no more than a step away, and slipped out of a gap in the hedge, never to be seen again.
Silent and terrified, the animals crept back into the barn. In a moment the dogs came bounding back. At first no one had been able to imagine where these creatures came from, but the problem was soon solved. They were the puppies whom Napoleon had taken away from their mothers and reared privately.
The animals crawled back to the big barn in amazement. After a while, the dogs barked and ran back. At first, the animals couldn't figure out where the guys came from, but the problem was quickly solved. They were the same pups that Napoleon had taken away from their mother earlier, secretly raised by Napoleon.
Though not yet full-grown, they were huge dogs, and as fierce-looking as wolves. They kept close to Napoleon. 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. Jones. Napoleon, with the dogs following him, now mounted on to the raised portion of the floor where Major had previously stood to deliver his speech.
Although they have not yet fully grown up, they are not small, and they look fierce like wolves. They were always right next to Napoleon. Everyone noticed that they were tailing him in the same posture as the other dogs had done to Mr. Jones. At this time, Napoleon, followed by a dog, ascended to the main stage where Magel had given his speech.
He announced that from now on the Sunday-morning Meetings would come to an end. They were unnecessary, he said, and wasted time. In future all questions relating to the working of the farm would be settled by a special committee of pigs, presided over by himself.
He announced that from now on, the great Sunday morning meeting would come to an end. He said those meetings were unnecessary and a waste of time. Thereafter, all matters relating to the work of the manor will be decided by a special committee of pigs, which will be under his own control.
These would meet in private and afterwards communicate their decisions to the others. The animals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salute the flag, sing 'Beasts of England', and receive their orders for the week; but there would be no more debates.
They will meet in private and then communicate the decision to other animals. The animals still assembled on Sunday morning to salute the flag of the manor, sing "Beast of England," and accept the task of the following week's work; but there was no more debate.
In spite of the shock that Snowball's expulsion had given them, the animals were dismayed by this announcement. Several of them would have protested if they could have found the right arguments. Even Boxer was vaguely troubled. He set his ears back, shook his forelock several times, and tried hard to marshal his thoughts. But in the end he could not think of anything to say.
Snowbo's expulsion had already stimulated them, but the animals were even more stunned by the announcement. A few animals wanted to protest, but unfortunately did not find a suitable defense. Even Bauxer was dazed, propped up his ears, shook his forehead hair a few times, and struggled to figure out a clue, but finally did not come up with anything to say.
Some of the pigs themselves, however, were more articulate. Four young porkers in the front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval, and all four of them sprang to their feet and began speaking at once. But suddenly the dogs sitting round Napoleon let out deep, menacing growls, and the pigs fell silent and sat down again.
However, some pigs are very sober. The four little pigs in the front row screamed disapprovingly, and they all jumped up and prepared to speak. But suddenly, the group of dogs sitting next to Napoleon let out a terrifying roar, so they fell silent and sat down again.
Then the sheep broke out into a tremendous bleating of "Four legs good, two legs bad!" which went on for nearly a quarter of an hour and put an end to any chance of discussion. Afterwards Squealer was sent round the farm to explain the new arrangement to the others.
Then the sheep cried out loudly, "Four legs are good, two legs are bad!" "It went on for a quarter of an hour, and thus all the hope of the discussion was in vain.
Later, Squilla was ordered to go around the manor and explain the new arrangement to the animals.
"Comrades," he said, "I trust that every animal here appreciates the sacrifice that Comrade Napoleon has made in taking this extra labor upon himself. Do not imagine, comrades, that leadership is a pleasure! On the contrary, it is a deep and heavy responsibility. No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?
"Comrades," he said, "I hope that every animal here will be grateful for the sacrifices made by Comrade Napoleon to take on these extra labors." Comrades, do not think that being a leader is a pleasure! On the contrary, it is a difficult and onerous responsibility. No one is more convinced than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He really wanted to let everyone make their own decisions. But in case you make a mistake, what will happen to us, comrades?
Suppose you had decided to follow Snowball, with his moonshine of windmills--Snowball, who, as we now know, was no better than a criminal?" "He fought bravely at the Battle of the Cowshed," said somebody. "Bravery is not enough," said Squealer. "Loyalty and obedience are more important. And as to the Battle of the Cowshed, I believe the time will come when we shall find that Snowball's part in it was much exaggerated.
What if you decide to follow Snowboy's windmill dreams? The Snoppoo guy, as far as we know it now, wasn't much better than a bad guy. "He fought bravely in the battle of the cowshed," one of the animals said. Bravery is not enough," Squilla said, "loyalty and obedience are more important." As far as the bullpen wars are concerned, I believe we will one day find out that Snowbo's role has been blown too much.
Discipline, comrades, iron discipline! That is the watchword for today. One false step, and our enemies would be upon us. Surely, comrades, you do not want Jones back?" Once again this argument was unanswerable. Certainly the animals did not want Jones back. If the holding of debates on Sunday mornings was liable to bring him back, then the debates must stop.
Discipline, comrades, iron discipline! That's our slogan today. One wrong step, our enemies will come and overthrow us. Comrades, surely you don't want Jones back? This argument is equally irrefutable. There was no doubt that the animals were afraid of Jones' return. If the debate called on Sunday morning had the potential to lead him back, then the debate should stop.
Boxer, who had now had time to think things over, voiced the general feeling by saying: "If Comrade Napoleon says it, it must be right." And from then on he adopted the maxim, "Napoleon is always right," in addition to his private motto of "I will work harder."
Bauxer pondered for a while and said, "If this is what Comrade Napoleon said, it must be right" to express his whole feelings. And from then on he used the maxim "Comrade Napoleon is always right" as a complement to his personal motto, "I will work harder."
By this time the weather had broken and the spring ploughing had begun. The shed where Snowball had drawn his plans of the windmill had been shut up and it was assumed that the plans had been rubbed off the floor.
By the time the weather warms up and spring plowing has already begun. The shed that Snowbaw used to draw the design of the windmill has been sealed, and everyone imagines that the designs have long been wiped off the floor.
Every Sunday morning at ten o'clock the animals assembled in the big barn to receive their orders for the week. The skull of old Major, now clean of flesh, had been disinterred from the orchard and set up on a stump at the foot of the flagstaff, beside the gun. After the hoisting of the flag, the animals were required to file past the skull in a reverent manner before entering the barn.
Every Sunday morning at ten o'clock, the animals gather in the large barn to accept their tasks for the next week. Today, the dried flesh skull of the old Magel has also been dug out from the foot of the orchard and ridden on a wooden pier under the flagpole, on the side of the gun. After raising the flag, the animals were to respectfully parade past the skull before entering the barn.
Nowadays they did not sit all together as they had done in the past. Napoleon, with Squealer and another pig named Minimus, who had a remarkable gift for composing songs and poems, sat on the front of the raised platform, with the nine young dogs forming a semicircle round them, and the other pigs sitting behind. The rest of the animals sat facing them in the main body of the barn.
Lately, they haven't all sat together like they did earlier. Napoleon sat in the foreground with Squilla and another pig named Menimus, a man of extraordinary talent for composing music and poetry. Nine young dogs sit in a semicircle around them, and the other pigs sit in the background. The other animals sat in the middle of the barn facing them.
Napoleon read out the orders for the week in a gruff soldierly style, and after a single singing of 'Beasts of England', all the animals dispersed. On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion, the animals were somewhat surprised to hear Napoleon announce that the windmill was to be built after all.
Napoleon read out the arrangement for the following week in a rough military style, and then sang "The Beast of England" only once, and all the animals disbanded. On the third Sunday after Snowbaw's expulsion, Napoleon announced that he was going to build a windmill, and the animals were surprised to hear this news.
He did not give any reason for having changed his mind, but merely warned the animals that this extra task would mean very hard work, it might even be necessary to reduce their rations. The plans, however, had all been prepared, down to the last detail.
Napoleon, on the other hand, did not give any reason for changing his mind, but simply warned the animals that that the extra task would mean very hard labor: perhaps it would be necessary to reduce their feeding. However, the blueprints are all prepared and have moved on to the final details.
A special committee of pigs had been at work upon them for the past three weeks. The building of the windmill, with various other improvements, was expected to take two years. That evening Squealer explained privately to the other animals that Napoleon had never in reality been opposed to the windmill. On the contrary, it was he who had advocated it in the beginning.
A special committee of pigs has been working on this for the past three weeks. The construction of the windmill, together with a number of other various improvements, is expected to take two years.
That night, Squilla privately explained to the other animals that Napoleon had never really objected to the windmills. Instead, it was the advice he made in the first place.
And the plan which Snowball had drawn on the floor of the incubator shed had actually been stolen from among Napoleon's papers. The windmill was, in fact, Napoleon's own creation. Why, then, asked somebody, had he spoken so strongly against it? Here Squealer looked very sly. That, he said, was Comrade Napoleon's cunning.
The design that Snowbo had drawn on the floor of the hatching shed had actually been plagiarized earlier from Napoleon's notes. In fact, the windmill was Napoleon's own creation. So some animals asked, why did he say that it was so bad? At this point, Squilla appears very sleek. He said that this was the sophistication of Comrade Napoleon.
He had SEEMED to oppose the windmill, simply as a maneuver to get rid of Snowball, who was a dangerous character and a bad influence. Now that Snowball was out of the way, the plan could go forward without his interference. This, said Squealer, was something called tactics. He repeated a number of times, "Tactics, comrades, tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh.
He pretended to be against the windmills, which was just a ploy to drive away the hidden danger of Snowboy, this bad thing. Now that Snowbaw has slipped away, the plan can proceed smoothly without Snowbaw's hindrance. Squilla says that's what's called strategy. He repeated several times, "Strategy, comrades, strategy!" With a cheerful laugh, he swung his tail and jumped around alive.
The animals were not certain what the word meant, but Squealer spoke so persuasively, and the three dogs who happened to be with him growled so threateningly, that they accepted his explanation without further questions.
The animals were unsure of the meaning of these words, but Squilla's words were so convincing, and by chance three dogs were with him, and they were so menacing that they accepted his explanation without asking anything more.
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