was distinctly seen to emerge from the back door, gallop rapidly round the yard, and disappear indoors again.
But in the morning a deep silence hung over the farmhouse. Not a pig appeared to be stirring.
It was nearly nine o'clock when Squealer made his appearance, walking slowly and dejectedly,
his eyes dull, his tail hanging limply behind him, and with every appearance of being seriously ill.
He called the animals together and told them that he had a terrible piece of news to impart. Comrade Napoleon was dying!
A cry of lamentation went up. Straw was laid down outside the doors of the farmhouse, and the animals walked on tiptoe.
With tears in their eyes they asked one another what they should do if their Leader were taken away from them.
A rumour went round that Snowball had after all contrived to introduce poison into Napoleon’s food.
At eleven o’clock Squealer came out to make another announcement.
As his last act upon earth, Comrade Napoleon had pronounced a solemn decree: the drinking of alcohol was to be punished by death.
By the evening, however, Napoleon appeared to be somewhat better,
and the following morning Squealer was able to tell them that he was well on the way to recovery.
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