MR. JONES, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night,but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of lightfrom his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kickedoff his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrelin the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was alreadysnoring
I hope it's important!!
I wonder what major's dream could be ?
as everyone begins to settle in the barn,old major is sitting in his hay,getting ready tp give his speech
My days are numbered, and after I'm gone. I want you to rise up against man. I want you to resist all actions similar to that of man, for all he does is steal, kill, and destroy.