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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 thriving and fruitful, the farm and its owner,
Mr Jones, had fallen on evil days.
Beset by problems of his own making
Mr Jones had turned to drink.
And for his misery he had found poor company.
On the evening our story begins, it was later than usual
when Mr Jones came home from drinking to make his rounds.
Damn those hens!
Good for nothing beasts ...
Take their heads off ...
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 prize bullhog 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 fond of 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
inmediatly 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 up Old Major.
My dear friends, I have lived a long life.
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 piecefull 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. 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. The farm is rich!
But we will never get our rigthful share from Farmer Jones.
Overthrow this evil 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 Majer 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 causalties 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 hatefull Mr Jones.
When it came to Mr Jones's house the animals hesitated.
Napolen showed the way, but Snowball took the lead
in entering the place where their tyrant had lived.
The animals were all agreed, that Jones's 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
[ANIMAL FARM]
Tending farm by themselves caused problems to 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's 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 effort 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 gleaned 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 how 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 the wonders of Animal Farm to the world!
Some animals, content with their lot,
were unimpressed by tales of peace and plenty.
Others, happy in their own surroundings,
were alarmed at the thought of any change.
But whereever they were having a bad time animals listened with interest.
In certrain 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 barn 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 life beautyful.
It's a lie!
I promise you a four-day week.
Bosh!
-Perhaps a three-day week! -Nonsense!
A one-day week!
With Snowball disposed of,
Napoleon stepped up confidently to take charge of animal farm,
and fat pig Squiler 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, eh?
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.
It's great! For Napoleon!
And so the windmill was started after all.
Nothing could have been achieved without Boxer,
whose strength was greater than that of all the other animals' put together.
Supervised by the pigs all the animals worked long shifts
which lasted from dawn til dust.
Rations were shortened for the workers, but the pigs,
by virtue of their brainwork,
were plentifully provided for.
But the greatest inspiration come from Boxer,
who with his friend Benjamin worked early and late in season and out.
One evening after working hard and late as usual
Boxer and Benjamin made a curious discovery.
Word of what now went on at night in Jones's house
spread quickly to Animal Farm.
Some of the animals thought they remembered a law against beds,
but obviously they where mistaken.
NO ANIMAL SHALL SLEEP IN A BED WITH SHEETS
And now other changes in the laws of Animal Farm were in store.
Those ungrateful beasts of yours.
Cheer up! They won't last ...
Another winter will bring them to their knees.
Anyway, where are they gonna buy the things they need?
In Mr. Jones's circle, the subject of shortages
at Animal Farm was a popular one
and the sharp trader named Whimper was just the sort to do something about it.
Comrades, our leader, as wise as he is beloved,
has decided to trade with the outside world.
Not for gain, of course,
for that would be unworthy with our noble principles.
You hens are having the honor of making the first contribution:
all your eggs.
I know how proud you are of this privilege.
The chickens seemed to remember Old Major saying
that they're eggs should never be taken from them.
The innocent suffered with the guilty
and the chicken's uprising was short lived.
Comrades, I have made a terrible discovery.
There are traitors among us.
Yes, comrades, in league with Jones and Snowball
to destroy Animal Farm.
Who else is guilty?
Stand up and confess!
NO ANIMAL SHALL KILL ANOTHER ANIMAL
WITHOUT CAUSE
The revolution is now complete.
We have no more use for that song
Singing it is now forbidden
at the penalty of death.
Trade between Animal Farm and the outer world now became quite brisk.
As might be expected, Mr Whimper's profits
has inspired others to seek their share,
Or at least give vent to their jealousy.
Animal Farm seems to be making money ... for Whimper.
Whoever heard of animals running a Farm?
Have you seen their windmill?
- Come on and let's kick them out. - Yes, kick them out.
The original owner was not invited to join this movement.
His neighbours let him know his day was done.
Comrades the enemy has mobilised all his forces against us.
We must save Animal Farm from the hateful enemy!
At all costs, we animals...
Now is the time to fight!
To die for Animal Farm!
Show them all Animal Farm is strong!
Victory!
Now began the heartbreaking job of rebuilding.
And as before Boxer and Benjamin worked hardest of all.
By now supervision of the work by pigs was hardly nessesary,
so they had time for less labourious pursuits.
Long after the other animals left the job,
Boxer and Benjamin worked on and on,
giving their all, year in, year out.
A new generation of pigs grew up, endowed
with what were considered arts and graces very flattering to Animal Farm
and its presiding genius.
But still the windmill was not finished,
and Boxer's injured foot got worse instead of better.
It looked as though Boxer was dead but he wasn't, not quite.
Boxer's hurt bad, he'll never work again.
What do we do?
While Napoleon and Squealer made plans for Boxer,
Benjamin predicted he could look forward to a deserved rest and retirement.
Next day the windmill work went on as usual
but now without Boxer.
And during the morning what appeared to be an ambulance arrived.
Only Benjamin suspected it wasn't an anbulance.
The other animals finally recognised the death wagon
from Mr. Whimper's glue factory.
I was with him right to the end.
His last words were:
Forward, comrades. Long live Napoleon!
As for the wicked rumor that Boxer was sold to a glue factory,
our beloved leader would never do that.
Long live Napoleon!
Long live Napoleon!
And that night the pigs drank to Boxer's memory
in the wiskey they have bought with Boxer's life.
Years passed,
the seasons came and went.
The short animal lives fled by.
The completed windmill stood as a monument
to it builders fate and sacrifice.
But the animals' revolution was only dimly remembered.
Outwardly Animal Farm appeared prosperous,
but the animals themselves were no better off, with the exception of the pigs
and their supreme leader Napoleon.
His pig-run enterprise
now had many of the frills of real civilization.
and one fine day pig delegates from far and wide
arrived to Animal Farm to celebrate the coming of a new era.
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS
When reports of this great change reached them
other animals everywhere were incredulous.
Dismayed and indignant, they headed toward Animal Farm from all directions,
instinctively uniting once again in common cause.
Loyal followers!
On farms owned and operated by pigs
there is order and discipline.
Our lower animals do more work and eat less than on other farms.
With this I will encourage you to make your loyal animals
work even harder and eat even less.
To a greater Animal Farm!
To peace and plenty and pig-rule!
To the day when pigs own and operate farms everywhere!
To the animals now it seemed that their world, which may or may not
some day become a happy place to live in
was worse than ever for ordinary creatures.
And another moment had come when they must do something about it.
The End