Without any further prompt they confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball. [...]. They were all slain on the spot. There was a pile of corpses lying before Napoleon’s feet and the air was heavy with the smell of blood.
But they have destroyed the windmill!
Thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon−we have won every inch of it back again!
And we had worked on it for two years! What matters? We will build another windmill.
The animals sniffed the air hungrily... the following Sunday it was announced that from now onward all barley would be reserved for the pigs.
Comrades! The van had previously been the property of the knacker, and had been bought by the veterinary surgeon, who had not yet painted the old name out.
The stupid brutes, too ignorant to realize what was happening... Boxer's face did not reappear at the window.
