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Moses, who was Mr. Jones's especial pet, was a spy and a tale-bearer, but he was also a clever talker.

He claimed to know of the existence of a mysterious country called Sugarcandy Mountain, to which all animals went when they died.

It was situated somewhere up in the sky, a little distance beyond the clouds, Moses said.

In Sugarcandy Mountain it was Sunday seven days a week, clover was in season all the year round, and lump sugar and linseed cake grew on the hedges.

The animals hated Moses because he told tales and did no work, but some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain, and the pigs had to argue very hard to persuade them that there was no such place.

Their most faithful disciples were the two cart-horses, Boxer and Clover.

These two had great difficulty in thinking anything out for themselves, but having once accepted the pigs as their teachers, they absorbed everything that they were told, and passed it on to the other animals by simple arguments.

They were unfailing in their attendance at the secret meetings in the barn, and led the singing of 'Beasts of England', with which the meetings always ended.

Now, as it turned out, the Rebellion was achieved much earlier and more easily than anyone had expected.

In past years Mr. Jones, although a hard master, had been a capable farmer, but of late he had fallen on evil days.

He had become much disheartened after losing money in a lawsuit, and had taken to drinking more than was good for him.

For whole days at a time he would lounge in his Windsor chair in the kitchen, reading the newspapers, drinking, and occasionally feeding Moses on crusts of bread soaked in beer.

His men were idle and dishonest, the fields were full of weeds, the buildings wanted roofing, the hedges were neglected, and the animals were underfed.

June came and the hay was almost ready for cutting.

On Midsummer's Eve, which was a Saturday, Mr. Jones went into Willingdon and got so drunk at the Red Lion that he did not come back till midday on Sunday.

The men had milked the cows in the early morning and then had gone out rabbiting, without bothering to feed the animals.

When Mr. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on the drawing-room sofa with the News of the World over his face, so that when evening came, the animals were still unfed.

At last they could stand it no longer.

One of the cows broke in the door of the store-shed with her horn and all the animals began to help themselves from the bins.

It was just then that Mr. Jones woke up.

The next moment he and his four men were in the store-shed with whips in their hands, lashing out in all directions.

This was more than the hungry animals could bear.

With one accord, though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand, they flung themselves upon their tormentors.

Jones and his men suddenly found themselves being butted and kicked from all sides.

The situation was quite out of their control.

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