Battle of Cowshed
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- Early October, In the animal farm when the corn was stacked and some of it was already threshed.
- Mr. Jones and all his men were coming up the cart track that led to the farm. They were all carrying sticks except Mr. Jones who was carrying a gun. As they were approaching the animals launched their first attack and the pigeons flew and fro over the men's head and the geese who had been hiding behind the hedge attacked viciously at the men's legs.
- Everyone retreat!
- He is dead. I had no intention of doing that. I forgot that I was wearing iron shoes. Who will believe I did not do it in purpose?
- The men easily drove the geese and pigeons off and now the animals launched their second line of attack. Muriel, Benjamin and all the other sheep with Snowball as their head rushed forward and prodded and butted the men from every side while Benjamin turned around and lashed them with his small hoofs. But the men were again too strong for them and the animals started retreating.
- Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime...
- This was what Snowball had intended. As soon as they were well inside the yard, the horses, the cows and the res of the pigs who were lying in ambush, suddenly emerged in their rear, Cutting them off. Snowball now gave the signal to charge an he himself dashed straight towards Jones. Jones saw him coming and raised his gun and fired . The pellets scored bloody streaks around snowball's back, and a sheep dropped dead.
- But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Boxer, rearing up on hind legs and striking out with his great iron-shod hoofs like a stallion. After that, several men started to drop their sticks and run away. And within five minutes of their invasion they were in ignominious retreat by the same way as they had come. All men were gone except one. Back in the yard Boxer was pawing with his hoof at the stable-lad who lay face down in the mud trying to turn him over. the body did not stir.
- I have no wish to take life, not even a human's like
- No sentimentality, comrade! War is war. The only good human being is a dead one
- The animals had now reassembled in the wildest excitement, each recounting his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. An impromptu celebration of victory was held immediately. The flag was run up and the beast of England was sung numerous time.
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