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From: | Fred Pineda |
Subject: | [Bug-brl] hunker paradise |
Date: | Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:06:12 -0700 |
Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in
our duty?
That, he said, wasComrade Napoleons
cunning.
He had declared himself against the windmill from
the start. Remember, comrades, there must be no alteration in our plans: they
shallbe carried out to the day. Surely, comrades, you donot want Jones
back?
You did not suppose, surely, thatthere was ever a
ruling against beds?
Mollie, she said, I have something very serious to
say to you. As the human beings approached the farm buildings, Snowball launched
hisfirst attack.
This was what came of rebelling against the laws of
Nature,Frederick and Pilkington said.
Napoleon, who seldom movedout of a walk, raced
ahead of them all.
Comrades, hereand now I pronounce the death
sentence upon Snowball. Too amazed and frightened to speak, all the animalscrowded
through the door to watch the chase.
Mollie, she said, I have something very serious to
say to you.
It was pureimagination, probably traceable in the
beginning to lies circulated bySnowball. Building had to stop becauseit was now too
wet to mix the cement. An impromptucelebration of the victory was held
immediately.
The rule wasagainst sheets, which are a human
invention. He was running as only a pig canrun, but the dogs were close on his
heels.
But there were also rumours of something
moreserious. A full bushel to anyone who captures him alive! At first they pretended
to laugh to scorn the idea ofanimals managing a farm for themselves.
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