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 striving and fruitfull the farm and it's owner
Mr Jermans had fallen on evil days.
Decept by problems of his own making
Mr Jermans had turned to drink.
And for his misary he had found fine company.
On the evening our story begins, it was later than usual
when Mr Jermans came home from drinking to make his rounds.
On this night, all the animals had agreed
that as soon as Mr Jermans was in bed
they would gather in the main barn for a secret meeting
called by Old Major
the pryest 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 found to 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 Jermans.
And at last everyone could be settled to hear up Old Major.
My dear friends, I have lived a long live.
I have had much time to thought as I layed alone in my stole.
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. When the farm is rich,
we would never get our rigthfull share from farmer Johns.
Who has only seen your tyrant. And we shall be rich and free!
Comrades,
Revolt!
But remember:
when you have got rid of Johns. Don't adopt his wises!
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 then 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 moan
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 Jermans.
When it came to Mr Jermans'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 Johns'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
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 Johns's time.
But now he seemed more like three horses in one.
Instructed by Snowball other animals worked out the rest for themselfes.
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 Squiler.
That somer the animals without any help or any interference
made a going proposition of animal farm.
The fields yielded richly and they were cut and gleamed with dilettance 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 them on there is an animal farm to the world!
Some animals content with their luck
were unimpressed by tales of peace and plenty.
Others happy in their own surroundings
were alarmed of the sort 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 Jermans 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 elektricity.
It will mean a worm pound in winter,
a light in every stall, hutch 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 live beautyfull.
It's a lie.
I promise you a 4 day week.
Gush!
-Perhabs a 3 day week. -Nonesense.
A one day week.
With Snowball's disposal
Napoleon stepped up confidently to take charge of animal farm,
and fat, pig Squiler became his obedient follower and assistant.
Comrades. Snowball is a treator.
What was he really planning?
To bring back Johnes.
Now let's have no more of these useless meetings.
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.
And so the windmill was started after all.
Nothing could have been achived 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 virtuing their brainwork
were splendidly 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 Johns's house
spread quickly to Animal Farm.
Some of the animals tought they remembered the law against bed,
but obviusly they where mistaken.
And now other changes in the laws of Animal Farm were installed.
-Those ungratefull beasts of yours.
-Cheer up! They won't last...
Another winter will bring them to their knees.
-Anyway where do they get the things they need.
In Mr Jermans's circle the subject of shortages at Animal Farm
was a popular one.
And the sharp trader named Whymper 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 again of course with our noble principles.
You hanes 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 lead with Johnes 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
see 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 jelousy.
-Animal Farm seems to be making money for Whimper.
-Who ever heard of animals running a Farm.
-What about their windmill?
-Come on and let's kick them out. -Yes, kick them out.
The original owner was not invided 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 its enemies at all costs we have.
Now is the time to fight...
Victory.
Now begun the heartbreaking job of rebuilding.
And as before Boxer and Benjemin worked hardest of all.
By now supervision of the work by pigs was hardly nessesary,
so they had time to less labourious persuits.
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 grow up.
And one would considered odds and graces very flattering to Animal Farm
and it's preceding genious.
But still the windmill was not finished,
and Boxer's injured foot got worse insted of better.
It looked as though Boxer was dead but he wasn't, not quite.
Boxer banged his head, he will never work again.
What do we do?
While Napoleon and Squiller 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.
And for the wicked rumor that Boxer was sold to a glue factory
our belived leader would never do that.
Long live Napoleon!
At that night the pigs drunk to Boxer's memory
with the wiskey they have bought with Boxer's live.
Years passed,
the seasons came and went.
The short animal lives fled by.
The completed windmill stood as a monument
to it builder's fate and sacrifice.
But the animals revolution was only dimly remembered.
Outwardly Animal Farm appeared prosperous.
But the animals themselves were no better of, with the exception of the pigs
and they supreme leader Napoleon.
This pig-run enterprise
now had many of the fruits 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 incredoulus.
This made them indignant. They headed toward Animal Farm from all directions
instinctively uniting once again in common cause.
Loyal followers!
On farms owned and operated by the pigs
there is order and discipline.
All of the 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 under pigrule.
To the day when pigs own and operate farms everywhere.
To the animals now it seemed that the world which may or may be not
some day become a happy place to live in
was worse than ever for orinary creatures.
And another moment have come when they must do something about it.
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