" I...I...I am getting old."
" You all know that." Slowly I nodded, knowing where this was going.
" This dream I'm about to tell you is very strange yet encouraging."
I was kind of getting nervous after all I had heard quite a lot about it, especially how strange it was.
" First though.." Old Major wheezed on.
" You all know that, us, the Beasts of England , are never free, but imprisoned, forever."
" We are given food until we can be killed, and sold for food to horrible men."
" No animal, big or small, is free in England!" At this point Old Major's face turned red, well as red as a pig's face can turn , I was astonished.
" But I have a solution!"
" And that very same solution was in my dream!"
I looked around at everyone and their expression was exactly the same as mine a minute ago, they stared at Old Major in awe. Never before had Old Major gotten so worked up about anything. Everyone knew better than to make a sound, this was important.
" There was this song, long ago, which was sung by my mother and the other pigs.
" I had long forgotten it but will now sing it for you."
" This song is of a time that will soon come!" And with that Old Major began to sing. His voice was feeble and hoarse but the tune and words were loud and clear. Every word Old Major sang, my heart swelled with pride and pure hatred for man! I think back now, every animal in that shed must have felt what I was feeling now. The pigs and dogs started singing. Even though my voice was not good, and neither was Napoleon's mind you, we still all sang and let our voices heard loud and clear! Muriel's sounded rather, how do you say it, bleatly. We were singing so loud that Mr. Jones woke up up and fired a sleepy shot from his gun. Everyone scattered. I ran out and in to my bed of straw as fast as I could. Slowly I fell asleep still humming the Beasts of England in my head and thinking of the rebellion to come.
" You all know that." Slowly I nodded, knowing where this was going.
" This dream I'm about to tell you is very strange yet encouraging."
I was kind of getting nervous after all I had heard quite a lot about it, especially how strange it was.
" First though.." Old Major wheezed on.
" You all know that, us, the Beasts of England , are never free, but imprisoned, forever."
" We are given food until we can be killed, and sold for food to horrible men."
" No animal, big or small, is free in England!" At this point Old Major's face turned red, well as red as a pig's face can turn , I was astonished.
" But I have a solution!"
" And that very same solution was in my dream!"
I looked around at everyone and their expression was exactly the same as mine a minute ago, they stared at Old Major in awe. Never before had Old Major gotten so worked up about anything. Everyone knew better than to make a sound, this was important.
" There was this song, long ago, which was sung by my mother and the other pigs.
" I had long forgotten it but will now sing it for you."
" This song is of a time that will soon come!" And with that Old Major began to sing. His voice was feeble and hoarse but the tune and words were loud and clear. Every word Old Major sang, my heart swelled with pride and pure hatred for man! I think back now, every animal in that shed must have felt what I was feeling now. The pigs and dogs started singing. Even though my voice was not good, and neither was Napoleon's mind you, we still all sang and let our voices heard loud and clear! Muriel's sounded rather, how do you say it, bleatly. We were singing so loud that Mr. Jones woke up up and fired a sleepy shot from his gun. Everyone scattered. I ran out and in to my bed of straw as fast as I could. Slowly I fell asleep still humming the Beasts of England in my head and thinking of the rebellion to come.