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They had started the rebuilding of the windmill the day after the victory celebrations were ended. Boxer refused to take even a day off work, and made it a point of honour not to let it be seen that he was in pain. In the evenings he would admit privately to Clover that the hoof troubled him a great deal.
Clover treated the hoof with poultices of herbs which she prepared by chewing them, and both she and Benjamin urged Boxer to work less hard. But Boxer would not listen. He had, he said, only one real ambition left—to see the windmill well under way before he reached the age for retirement. At the beginning, when the laws of Animal Farm were first formulated, the retiring age had been fixed for horses and pigs at twelve, for cows at fourteen, for dogs at nine, for sheep at seven, and for hens and geese at five.
Liberal old-age pensions had been agreed upon. As yet no animal had actually retired on pension, but of late the subject had been discussed more and more. Now that the small field beyond the orchard had been set aside for barley, it was rumoured that a corner of the large pasture was to be fenced off and turned into a grazing-ground for superannuated animals.
For a horse, it was said, the pension would be five pounds of corn a day and, in winter, fifteen pounds of hay, with a carrot or possibly an apple on public holidays. Boxer's twelfth birthday was due in the late summer of the following year.
Meanwhile life was hard. The winter was as cold as the last one had been, and food was even shorter. Once again all rations were reduced, except those of the pigs and the dogs. A too rigid equality in rations, Squealer explained, would have been contrary to the principles of Animalism.
In any case he had no difficulty in proving to the other animals that they were not in reality short of food, whatever the appearances might be.
For the time being, certainly, it had been found necessary to make a readjustment of rations Squealer always spoke of it as a "readjustment," never as a "reduction"but in comparison with the days of Jones, the improvement was enormous.
Reading out the figures in a shrill, rapid voice, he proved to them in detail that they had more oats, more hay, more turnips than they had had in Jones's day, that they worked shorter hours, that their drinking water was of better quality, that they lived longer, that a larger proportion of their young ones survived infancy, and that they had more straw in their stalls and suffered less from fleas.
The animals believed every word of it. Truth to tell, Jones and all he stood for had almost faded out of their memories. They knew that life nowadays was harsh and bare, that they were often hungry and often cold, and that they were usually working when they were not asleep.
But doubtless it had been worse in the old days. They were glad to believe so. Besides, in those days they had been slaves and now they were free, and that made all the difference, as Squealer did not fail to point out. There were many more mouths to feed now.
In the autumn the four sows had all littered about simultaneously, producing thirty-one young pigs between them.
The young pigs were piebald, and as Napoleon was the only boar on the farm, it was possible to guess at their parentage. It was announced that later, when bricks and timber had been purchased, a schoolroom would be built in the farmhouse garden. For the time being, the young pigs were given their instruction by Napoleon himself in the farmhouse kitchen.Steadman’s Animal Farm: A Fairy Story is spectacular in its entirety, should you be so fortunate to snag a used copy.
Complement it with his illustrated edition of Alice in Wonderland and his inkblot dog drawings, then be sure to take a closer look at Orwell’s “The Freedom of the Press.”.
Dear Diary, I stood still as Napoleon tied pieces of heavy rope around my belly, pulling them so tight that I could barely let out a breath. The familiar chant of “four legs good, two legs bad. my name is snowball. i try to work hard to make the animal farm right and just. my motto is fall down 6 times stand up 7 because i am put down my napoleon a lot.
But Napoleon was getting more and more selfish and rude. He secretly raised some dogs for his own purpose. One day he set his dogs on Snowball and banished him from the Animal Farm.
Now Napoleon had full control over the Animal Farm. No animal dared to contradict Napoleon. He was feared because he had his big strong dogs under his command. Category: Animal Farm Essays; Title: Snowball's Diary from George Orwell's Animal Farm.
My Account. Snowball's Diary from George Orwell's Animal Farm. The name Manor Farm was changed to read Animal Farm. Napoleon and myself called a meeting and we wrote the seven commandments on a wall. Napoleon Napoleons Diary Animal Farm How are things at the farm? I hear that there was a revolution and the animals are now in control.
I saw snowball yesterday. He said that you had run him off the farm and was becoming more of a dictator on the farm. Is this .