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I seated myself next to Napoleon and Snowball on the hay in front of the podium, where Old Major was going to deliver his speech. Low glimmer of the lantern light was hurting my eyes.
"Woof!" "Woof!" I turned and saw the three dogs, Bluebell, Jessie and Pincher. Then came the hens and pigeons. Then was Clover, Boxer and Benjamin. Mollie was of course one of the last, probably doing her red ribbon hair. Last was the cat who settled between Clover and Boxer. It took a long while for everyone to get settled as usual. The hens kept clucking, and Mollie kept on yelling at whoever accidentally stepped on hoof or messed up her hair. Old Major cleared his dry throat and feebly began.
s starving. I hated Mr. Jones, but I had to live with him, because he, after all, was the farmer of Manor Farm, and was our only means of food. He treated us cruelly, he barely gave us food and spent most of his time being drunk. Like for example, tonight. I trotted on to the shed, I wanted to get there quickly before crowding because, I, being one of the smartest animals on the farm knew quite well how important Old Major's meetings were. I had heard a rumor that Old Major was going to talk about his strange dream he had had the night before. I trotted on.
I seated myself next to Napoleon and Snowball on the hay in front of the podium, where Old Major was going to deliver his speech. Low glimmer of the lantern light was hurting my eyes.
"Woof!" "Woof!" I turned and saw the three dogs, Bluebell, Jessie and Pincher. Then came the hens and pigeons. Then was Clover, Boxer and Benjamin. Mollie was of course one of the last, probably doing her red ribbon hair. Last was the cat who settled between Clover and Boxer. It took a long while for everyone to get settled as usual. The hens kept clucking, and Mollie kept on yelling at whoever accidentally stepped on hoof or messed up her hair. Old Major cleared his dry throat and feebly began.