animal farm
“The farm was more prosperous now, and better organized; it had even been enlarged by two fields which had been bought from Mr. Pilkington. The windmill had been successfully completed at last, and the farm possessed a threshing machine and a hay elevator of its own, and various new buildings had been added to it” [p.128]. All of these modern new machines had been due- according to Squealer- to Napoleon’s hard work and love for the animals on the farm. When in reality it had been gained on the backs of the animals. All the animals were very sick of hearing how great Napoleon was. They had all been complaining and concocting great stories of rebellions. All the animals, except Benjamin never thought about putting these plans into motion.
“Don’t you cowards actually want to do something about this?” Benjamin questioned. The animals were silently thinking.
“Don’t you want to do it for Boxer?” he asked them. Not many of them remembered who Boxer was, or what he did, but the few that did spoke up.
“I would like to help.” said Clover quietly.
“As would I.” added Jessie.
“Then let us hold a rebellion.” said Benjamin confidently. The other animals looked around confused and unsure.
“Surely we cannot go against our excellent leader!” cried one of the ignorant horses.
“We can, and we will.” Benjamin said. The animals were quiet and nothing more was said of the matter.
The animals acted as if they had never spoken of the subject. It was a great relief to the older animals that the younger ones kept their mouths closed and never let anything slip. So the animals kept working hard. They sweat, worked hard and they did this all for close to nothing. They worked very long days, slept very little, got close to no food and did it all with no complaining for they knew it would all be over soon. They were nearing the light at the end of their tunnels. The rebellion was sure to come soon. They thought that this was the worst of it and nothing could get worse, that
“Don’t you cowards actually want to do something about this?” Benjamin questioned. The animals were silently thinking.
“Don’t you want to do it for Boxer?” he asked them. Not many of them remembered who Boxer was, or what he did, but the few that did spoke up.
“I would like to help.” said Clover quietly.
“As would I.” added Jessie.
“Then let us hold a rebellion.” said Benjamin confidently. The other animals looked around confused and unsure.
“Surely we cannot go against our excellent leader!” cried one of the ignorant horses.
“We can, and we will.” Benjamin said. The animals were quiet and nothing more was said of the matter.
The animals acted as if they had never spoken of the subject. It was a great relief to the older animals that the younger ones kept their mouths closed and never let anything slip. So the animals kept working hard. They sweat, worked hard and they did this all for close to nothing. They worked very long days, slept very little, got close to no food and did it all with no complaining for they knew it would all be over soon. They were nearing the light at the end of their tunnels. The rebellion was sure to come soon. They thought that this was the worst of it and nothing could get worse, that