Ana Shi7A Essay
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 light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked oﬀ his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a ﬂuttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone round during the day that old Major, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been
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Nevertheless, without openly admitting it, he was devoted to Boxer; the two
of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard, grazing side by side and never speaking.
The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings, which had lost their mother, ﬁled into the barn, cheeping feebly and wandering from side to side to ﬁnd some place where they would not be trodden on. Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg, and the ducklings nestled down inside