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The animals reassured him on this point immediately, and no more was said about the pigs sleeping in the farmhouse beds.

And when, some days afterwards, it was announced that from now on the pigs would get up an hour later in the mornings than the other animals, no complaint was made about that either.

By the autumn the animals were tired but happy.

They had had a hard year, and after the sale of part of the hay and corn, the stores of food for the winter were none too plentiful, but the windmill compensated for everything.

It was almost half built now.

After the harvest there was a stretch of clear dry weather, and the animals toiled harder than ever, thinking it well worth while to plod to and fro all day with blocks of stone if by doing so they could raise the walls another foot.

Boxer would even come out at nights and work for an hour or two on his own by the light of the harvest moon.

In their spare moments the animals would walk round and round the half-finished mill, admiring the strength and perpendicularity of its walls and marvelling that they should ever have been able to build anything so imposing.

Only old Benjamin refused to grow enthusiastic about the windmill, though, as usual, he would utter nothing beyond the cryptic remark that donkeys live a long time.

November came, with raging south-west winds.

Building had to stop because it was now too wet to mix the cement.

Finally there came a night when the gale was so violent that the farm buildings rocked on their foundations and several tiles were blown off the roof of the barn.

The hens woke up squawking with terror because they had all dreamed simultaneously of hearing a gun go off in the distance.

In the morning the animals came out of their stalls to find that the flagstaff had been blown down and an elm tree at the foot of the orchard had been plucked up like a radish.

They had just noticed this when a cry of despair broke from every animal's throat.

A terrible sight had met their eyes.

The windmill was in ruins.

With one accord they dashed down to the spot.

Napoleon, who seldom moved out of a walk, raced ahead of them all.

Yes, there it lay, the fruit of all their struggles, levelled to its foundations, the stones they had broken and carried so laboriously scattered all around.

Unable at first to speak, they stood gazing mournfully at the litter of fallen stone.

Napoleon paced to and fro in silence, occasionally snuffing at the ground.

His tail had grown rigid and twitched sharply from side to side, a sign in him of intense mental activity.

Suddenly he halted as though his mind were made up.

"Comrades," he said quietly, "do you know who is responsible for this? Do you know the enemy who has come in the night and overthrown our windmill? SNOWBALL!" he suddenly roared in a voice of thunder.

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