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Barnyard
Mr
.
Jones
,
of
the
Manor
Farm
,
had
locked
the
hen
-
houses
for
the
night
,
but
was
too
drunk
to
remember
to
shut
the
pop
-
holes
.
With
the
ring
of
light
from
his
lantern
dancing
from
side
to
side
,
he
lurched
across
the
yard
,
kicked
off
his
boots
at
the
back
door
,
drew
himself
a
last
glass
of
beer
from
the
barrel
in
the
scullery
,
and
made
his
way
up
to
bed
,
where
Mrs
.
Jones
was
already
snoring
.
As
soon
as
the
light
in
the
bedroom
went
out
there
was
a
stirring
and
a
fluttering
all
through
the
farm
buildings
.
Word
had
gone
round
during
the
day
that
old
Major
,
the
prize
Middle
White
boar
,
had
had
a
strange
dream
on
the
previous
night
and
wished
to
communicate
it
to
the
other
animals
.
It
had
been
agreed
that
they
should
all
meet
in
the
big
barn
as
soon
as
Mr
.
Jones
was
safely
out
of
the
way
.
Old
Major
(
so
he
was
always
called
,
though
the
name
under
which
he
had
been
exhibited
was
Willingdon
Beauty
)
was
so
highly
regarded
on
the
farm
that
everyone
was
quite
ready
to
lose
an
hour
’
s
sleep
in
order
to
hear
what
he
had
to
say
.
At
one
end
of
the
big
barn
,
on
a
sort
of
raised
platform
,
Major
was
already
ensconced
on
his
bed
of
straw
,
under
a
lantern
which
hung
from
a
beam
.
He
was
twelve
years
old
and
had
lately
grown
rather
stout
,
but
he
was
still
a
majestic
-
looking
pig
,
with
a
wise
and
benevolent
appearance
in
spite
of
the
fact
that
his
tushes
had
never
been
cut
.
Before
long
the
other
animals
began
to
arrive
and
make
themselves
comfortable
after
their
different
fashions
.
First
came
the
three
dogs
,
Bluebell
,
Jessie
,
and
Pincher
,
and
then
the
pigs
,
who
settled
down
in
the
straw
immediately
in
front
of
the
platform
.
The
hens
perched
themselves
on
the
window
-
sills
,
the
pigeons
fluttered
up
to
the
rafters
,
the
sheep
and
cows
lay
down
behind
the
pigs
and
began
to
chew
the
cud
.
The
two
cart
-
horses
,
Boxer
and
Clover
,
came
in
together
,
walking
very
slowly
and
setting
down
their
vast
hairy
hoofs
with
great
care
lest
there
should
be
some
small
animal
concealed
in
the
straw
.
Clover
was
a
stout
motherly
mare
approaching
middle
life
,
who
had
never
quite
got
her
figure
back
after
her
fourth
foal
.
Boxer
was
an
enormous
beast
,
nearly
eighteen
hands
high
,
and
as
strong
as
any
two
ordinary
horses
put
together
.
A
white
stripe
down
his
nose
gave
him
a
somewhat
stupid
appearance
,
and
in
fact
he
was
not
of
first
-
rate
intelligence
,
but
he
was
universally
respected
for
his
steadiness
of
character
and
tremendous
powers
of
work
.
After
the
horses
came
Muriel
,
the
white
goat
,
and
Benjamin
,
the
donkey
.
Benjamin
was
the
oldest
animal
on
the
farm
,
and
the
worst
tempered
.
He
seldom
talked
,
and
when
he
did
,
it
was
usually
to
make
some
cynical
remark
—
for
instance
,
he
would
say
that
God
had
given
him
a
tail
to
keep
the
flies
off
,
but
that
he
would
sooner
have
had
no
tail
and
no
flies
.
Alone
among
the
animals
on
the
farm
he
never
laughed
.
If
asked
why
,
he
would
say
that
he
saw
nothing
to
laugh
at
.
Nevertheless
,
without
openly
admitting
it
,
he
was
devoted
to
Boxer
;
the
two
of
them
usually
spent
their
Sundays
together
in
the
small
paddock
beyond
the
orchard
,
grazing
side
by
side
and
never
speaking
.
The
two
horses
had
just
lain
down
when
a
brood
of
ducklings
,
which
had
lost
their
mother
,
filed
into
the
barn
,
cheeping
feebly
and
wandering
from
side
to
side
to
find
some
place
where
they
would
not
be
trodden
on
.
Clover
made
a
sort
of
wall
round
them
with
her
great
foreleg
,
and
the
ducklings
nestled
down
inside
it
and
promptly
fell
asleep
.
At
the
last
moment
Mollie
,
the
foolish
,
pretty
white
mare
who
drew
Mr
.
Jones
’
s
trap
,
came
mincing
daintily
in
,
chewing
at
a
lump
of
sugar
.
She
took
a
place
near
the
front
and
began
flirting
her
white
mane
,
hoping
to
draw
attention
to
the
red
ribbons
it
was
plaited
with
.
Last
of
all
came
the
cat
,
who
looked
round
,
as
usual
,
for
the
warmest
place
,
and
finally
squeezed
herself
in
between
Boxer
and
Clover
;
there
she
purred
contentedly
throughout
Major
’
s
speech
without
listening
to
a
word
of
what
he
was
saying
.
All
the
animals
were
now
present
except
Moses
,
the
tame
raven
,
who
slept
on
a
perch
behind
the
back
door
.
When
Major
saw
that
they
had
all
made
themselves
comfortable
and
were
waiting
attentively
,
he
cleared
his
throat
and
began
:
"
Comrades
,
you
have
heard
already
about
the
strange
dream
that
I
had
last
night
.
But
I
will
come
to
the
dream
later
.
I
have
something
else
to
say
first
.
I
do
not
think
,
comrades
,
that
I
shall
be
with
you
for
many
months
longer
,
and
before
I
die
,
I
feel
it
my
duty
to
pass
on
to
you
such
wisdom
as
I
have
acquired
.
I
have
had
a
long
life
,
I
have
had
much
time
for
thought
as
I
lay
alone
in
my
stall
,
and
I
think
I
may
say
that
I
understand
the
nature
of
life
on
this
earth
as
well
as
any
animal
now
living
.
It
is
about
this
that
I
wish
to
speak
to
you
.
"
Now
,
comrades
,
what
is
the
nature
of
this
life
of
ours
?
Let
us
face
it
:
our
lives
are
miserable
,
laborious
,
and
short
.
We
are
born
,
we
are
given
just
so
much
food
as
will
keep
the
breath
in
our
bodies
,
and
those
of
us
who
are
capable
of
it
are
forced
to
work
to
the
last
atom
of
our
strength
;
and
the
very
instant
that
our
usefulness
has
come
to
an
end
we
are
slaughtered
with
hideous
cruelty
.
No
animal
in
England
knows
the
meaning
of
happiness
or
leisure
after
he
is
a
year
old
.
No
animal
in
England
is
free
.
The
life
of
an
animal
is
misery
and
slavery
:
that
is
the
plain
truth
.
"
But
is
this
simply
part
of
the
order
of
nature
?
Is
it
because
this
land
of
ours
is
so
poor
that
it
cannot
afford
a
decent
life
to
those
who
dwell
upon
it
?
