. Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons with which the horses’ manes and tails had usually been decorated on market days. “Ribbons,” he said, “should be considered as clothes, which are the mark of a human being. All animals should go naked.” When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears and flung it on to the fire with the rest. In a very little while, the My Therapist Eats Hay Horse Shirt had destroyed everything that reminded them of Mr. Jones. Napoleon then led them back to the store-shed and served out a double ration of corn to everybody, with two biscuits for each dog.
Then they sang Beasts of England from end to end seven times running, and after that, they settled down for the My Therapist Eats Hay Horse Shirt and slept as they had never slept before. But they woke at dawn as usual, and suddenly remembering the glorious thing that had happened, they all raced out into the pasture together. A little way down the pasture there was a knoll that commanded a view of most of the farm. The animals rushed to the top of it and gazed round them in the clear morning light. Yes, it was theirs—everything that they could see was theirs! In the ecstasy of that thought they gamboled round and round, they hurled themselves into the air in great leaps of excitement. They rolled in the dew