and were making their way back to the farm buildings, that the terrified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard.
Startled, the animals stopped in their tracks. It was Clover's voice.
She neighed again, and all the animals broke into a gallop and rushed into the yard.
Then they saw what Clover had seen. It was a pig walking on his hind legs. Yes, it was Squealer.
A little awkwardly, as though not quite used to supporting his considerable bulk in that position,
but with perfect balance, he was strolling across the yard.
And a moment later, out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs.
Some did it better than others, one or two were even a trifle unsteady and looked as though they would have liked the support of a stick,
but every one of them made his way right round the yard successfully.
And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel,
and out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling round him.
He carried a whip in his trotter. There was a deadly silence.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색