1 Sentinels were placed at all the approaches to the farm.
2 But of all their controversies, none was so bitter as the one that took place over the windmill.
3 And for a little while they halted in sorrowful silence at the place where the windmill had once stood.
4 They dashed straight for Snowball, who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws.
5 They all cowered silently in their places, seeming to know in advance that some terrible thing was about to happen.
6 It was absolutely necessary, he said, that the pigs, who were the brains of the farm, should have a quiet place to work in.
7 She took a place near the front and began flirting her white mane, hoping to draw attention to the red ribbons it was plaited with.
8 Napoleon was so gratified that he left his place and came round the table to clink his mug against Mr. Pilkington's before emptying it.
9 And though no one cared to mention it in the hearing of the pigs or the dogs, it was felt that the killings which had taken place did not square with this.
10 After surveying the ground, Snowball declared that this was just the place for a windmill, which could be made to operate a dynamo and supply the farm with electrical power.
11 Never had the farm--and with a kind of surprise they remembered that it was their own farm, every inch of it their own property--appeared to the animals so desirable a place.
12 The animals hated Moses because he told tales and did no work, but some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain, and the pigs had to argue very hard to persuade them that there was no such place.
13 They did not know when the Rebellion predicted by Major would take place, they had no reason for thinking that it would be within their own lifetime, but they saw clearly that it was their duty to prepare for it.
14 The two horses had just lain down when a brood of ducklings, which had lost their mother, filed into the barn, cheeping feebly and wandering from side to side to find some place where they would not be trodden on.
15 It had not been possible, he said, to bring back their lamented comrade's remains for interment on the farm, but he had ordered a large wreath to be made from the laurels in the farmhouse garden and sent down to be placed on Boxer's grave.
16 Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.