1 A terrible sight had met their eyes.
2 Her old eyes looked dimmer than ever.
3 His eyes were glazed, his sides matted with sweat.
4 As Clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears.
5 Squealer was so fat that he could with difficulty see out of his eyes.
6 Clover was an old stout mare now, stiff in the joints and with a tendency to rheumy eyes.
7 "I have no wish to take life, not even human life," repeated Boxer, and his eyes were full of tears.
8 There was no wastage whatever; the hens and ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the very last stalk.
9 With tears in their eyes they asked one another what they should do if their Leader were taken away from them.
10 He fell silent for a moment, and his little eyes darted suspicious glances from side to side before he proceeded.
11 He lay down, tucked his fore hoofs beneath him, shut his eyes, and with a hard effort managed to formulate his thoughts.
12 He turned to go, then paused and added impressively: "I warn every animal on this farm to keep his eyes very wide open."
13 The best known among them was a small fat pig named Squealer, with very round cheeks, twinkling eyes, nimble movements, and a shrill voice.
14 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.
15 He walked heavily round the shed, looked closely at every detail of the plans and snuffed at them once or twice, then stood for a little while contemplating them out of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg, urinated over the plans, and walked out without uttering a word.