Years passed by really fast. No one can remember what happened in the past except clover, Benjamin, Moses the raven and a number of the pigs, Muriel, Bluebell, Jessie, jones and Pincher were dead. Snowball and boxer were forgotten. Clover was an old stout mare. There were many creature on the farm now than before. Three new horses came to the farm besides clover. They were stupid, workers, old comrades, …show more content…
Mr. Pilkington and bought two more fields to the animal farm to enlarge the farm. The windmill had been successfully completed at last. Whymper, at last he got himself a new dogcart. The animals have build another windmill. The first windmill was used for milling corn the second windmill is so the dynamos could be installed. Napoleon said to the animals in the farm that the true happiness is laying in working hard and living frugally.
Ibrahim 1!
Ibrahim 2! Pigs nor dogs produced any food by their own labour. As for the other animals, their lives haven't changed. They were generally hungry, they slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they labored in the fields and in winter they were troubled by the cold, and in summer by the flies. Sometimes the older ones among them try to remember what happened in the early days of the rebellion, if things have gotten better or worse by now, but they couldn't remember. Only old Benjamin could remember every detail of his long life and knew if things have never had been, nor ever could be much better or much. Worse by hunger, hardship, and disappointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of …show more content…
Henceforward the farm was to be known as "The Manor Farm"which he believed this name is correct.napoleon said, "I will give you the same toast as before, but in a different form. Fill your glasses to the brim. Gentlemen, here is my toast: To the prosperity of The Manor Farm! "
An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They rushed back and looked through the window again. A violent quarrel was in progress. There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously. Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike.what had happened to the faces of the pigs? The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was