Animal Farm

GEORGE ORWELL's

Memorable Fable

Animal Farm

To the world we all know,

which may or may not be

the best world possible,

once again

spring time had come.

But all the magical spring

was not enough

to conceal the misery

of Manor Farm.

Once striving and fruitful,

the farm and its owner

Mr. Jones

had fallen on evil days.

This set by problems

of his own making,

Mr. Jones

had turned to drink.

And for his misery

he had found

fine company.

On the evening

our story begins,

it was later than usual

when Mr. Jones came home

from drinking

to make his rounds.

On this night,

all the animals

had agreed

that as soon as

Mr. Jones was in bed,

they would gather

in the main barn

for a secret meeting

called by Old Major,

the prized boar hog,

who because of his years

was regarded as by far

the wisest of the animals.

The other pigs

started first

for the meeting,

being clever and

found to taking the lead.

They were followed

by Boxer,

the largest and strongest

of the horses

and his devoted friend

Benjamin, the donkey.

All the other animals

great and small

were anxious to get there,

for such a meeting

has never been held before.

Old Major had been ailing

and now he had made known,

there were some things

he wanted to say

to his fellow animals

before it might be too late.

It took a while for all

to find their seats.

The pigs have taken up

the best positions

immediately in front of

the platform.

Among them, Snowball,

determined

to get a good view.

And Napoleon,

equally determined

and even less polite.

Dear...

What was that?

No.

No it wasn't Mr. Jones.

And at last, everyone

could be settled

to hear Old Major.

My dear friends,

I have lived

a long live.

I have had much time

to thought as I lay

alone in my stall.

I won't be with you much longer,

and before I die, there is something

I want to tell you.

Few of us will ever know

the blessings

of a peaceful old age.

You Boxer, when you have given

the last of your great strength...

what then?

Whatever we produce

is taken from us,

stolen from us, and sold.

Our children are born

to cold and hunger.

Look at them while you can.

You porkers,

do you know what the future

holds for you?

Do we deserve such a fate?

Is this farm too poor

to support us all?

No comrades!

When the farm is rich,

we would never get

our rightful share

from Farmer Jones.

Who has only seen your tyrant,

and we shall be rich and free!

Comrades,

Revolt!

But remember:

when you have

got rid of Jones,

don't adopt his vices!

We animals are brothers.

Large or small,

clever or simple,

fur or feathers,

now and forever,

all animals are equal!

The very next morning,

sooner perhaps than

Old Major would have predicted,

the animals

found their situation

quite unbearable.

And so, almost before

they realised it,

the animals have

fought and won.

They had casualties to mourn,

and those who died

left children

to be cared for.

But Manor Farm was theirs

and they lost no time

in destroying everything

that reminded them

of hateful Mr. Jones.

When it came to

Mr. Jones' house,

the animals hesitated.

Napoleon showed the way,

but Snowball took the lead

in entering the place

where their

tyrant had lived.

The animals were all agreed,

that Jones' house

was no place for them.

All that is,

except Napoleon.

Meantime, Snowball

lead the other animals

in organizing a new society,

which they now named

Animal Farm.

So that all

might see and agree,

the laws of Animal Farm

where inscribed

in a prominent place

to be remembered

and obeyed forever.

NO ANIMAL SHALL:

SLEEP IN A BED:

NO ANIMAL SHALL:

DRINK ALCOHOL:

FOUR LEGS GOOD:

TWO LEGS BAD:

Wings count as legs.

Four legs good,

two legs bad.

NO ANIMAL SHALL:

KILL ANOTHER ANIMAL

ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL

Tending farm by themselves

posed problems for the animals,

but the pigs could

figure a way around

every difficulty.

Boxer was the

admiration of everybody.

He had been

a hard worker

in Jones' time.

But now he seemed more

like three horses in one.

Instructed by Snowball,

other animals worked out

the rest for themselves.

And the farm work

was done like magic.

The success

of their efforts

delighted everyone,

including the sly Napoleon

and his constant companion,

fat pig Squealer.

That summer the animals,

without any help

or any interference,

made a going proposition

of Animal Farm.

The fields yielded richly

and they were cut and gleamed with

diligence and devotion.

With the harvest safely home,

the animals had time

to think of the future

and at a meeting in the big barn,

many resolutions were put forward.

It was always the pigs

who made the resolutions.

Comrades,

our first five month plan

is a farmwide triumph

and the time has come

to spread the glorious news,

so that our

downtrodden comrades

on other farms

will break their chains

and join the

animal revolution.

Go!

Tell them on there's an Animal Farm

to the world!

Some animals,

content with their luck,

were unimpressed

by tales of

peace and plenty.

Others,

happy in their

own surroundings,

were alarmed

of the thought of

any change.

But wherever they were having

a bad time, animals listened

with interest.

In certain quarters,

the rebellious behavior

of a lot of dumb animals

caused indignation,

much conversation,

but nothing was done about it,

for the drunken Mr. Jones

and his cronies

did not know what to do.

Snowball felt that

education was

the animals' next necessity.

Some of the animals

were brighter than others,

of course.

Four legs good,

two legs bad.

Snowball set himself

to solve the problem

of power on the farm.

And so did Napoleon.

In January

there came

bitterly hard weather.

Inexperienced management

brought shortages

to Animal Farm,

but Snowball continued

his thinking

for the future.

And in such thoughts,

he was not alone.

Comrades,

I have prepared

a new plan for

Animal Farm.

Here it is.

All it needs is your votes.

At first,

we will have to

work more and eat less,

but my plan

will bring us

electricity.

It will mean

a warm pound in winter,

a light in every stall,

sty and roost.

Luxury for all!

Comrades, in one short year,

Animal Farm will be

the finest in the world.

Dreams, dreams.

A vote for my plan

is a vote for

a live beautiful.

It's a lie.

I promise you a 4 day week.

Gush!

-Perhaps a 3 day week.

-Nonsense!

A one day week.

With Snowball disposed of,

Napoleon

stepped up confidently

to take charge of Animal Farm,

and fat pig Squealer

became his obedient

follower and assistant.

Comrades,

Snowball is a traitor.

What was he really planning?

To bring back Jones.

Now let's have

no more of these

useless meetings.

From now on,

I'll protect

your interests!

And I'll make

your decisions!

Let me show you

my plan for

Animal Farm.

For legs good,

two legs bad.

And so the windmill

was started after all.

Nothing could have been

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