Mr. Jones With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side toside, he lurched across the yard,
Are rats friends or enemies?
Mr. Jones drew himself a lastglass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,Beasts of every land and clime,Hearken to my joyful tidingsOf the golden future time.
Word had gone round during the day that old Major, the prize MiddleWhite 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.
No foxes on my watch
The dogs hadsuddenly caught sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the ratssaved their lives. In this scene all the farm nimals voted if the rats were friends or enimies
In this scene Old Major sang ‘Beasts of England’.” The song in which his mother thought him and he remembered it because of his dream.
Mr. Jones, who sprang out of bed, making sure that therewas a fox in the yard. He seized the gun which always stood in a corner of his bedroom, andlet fly a charge of number 6 shot into the darkness.