It might be that their lives were hard and that not all of their hopes had been fulfilled;
but they were conscious that they were not as other animals.
If they went hungry, it was not from feeding tyrannical human beings;
if they worked hard, at least they worked for themselves. No creature among them went upon two legs.
No creature called any other creature “Master.” All animals were equal.
One day in early summer Squealer ordered the sheep to follow him,
and led them out to a piece of waste ground at the other end of the farm, which had become overgrown with birch saplings.
The sheep spent the whole day there browsing at the leaves under Squealer's supervision.
In the evening he returned to the farmhouse himself, but, as it was warm weather, told the sheep to stay where they were.
It ended by their remaining there for a whole week, during which time the other animals saw nothing of them.
Squealer was with them for the greater part of every day. He was, he said, teaching them to sing a new song, for which privacy was needed.
It was just after the sheep had returned, on a pleasant evening when the animals had finished work
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