Animal Farm（25）

Boxer and Clover would harness themselves to the cutter or the horse-rake （no bits or reins were needed in these days， of course）and tramp steadily round and round the field with a pig walking behind and calling out，“Gee up，comrade！” or “Whoa back， comrade！” as the case might be.  And every animal down to the humblest worked at turning the hay and gathering it.  Even the ducks and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun，carrying tiny wisps of hay in their beaks.  In the end they finished the harvest in two days’ less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. 

Moreover， it was the biggest harvest that the farm had ever seen. There was no wastage whatever；the hens and ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the very last stalk.  And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful.

All through the summer the work of the farm went like clockwork.  The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be.  Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure，now that it was truly their own food，produce by themselves and for themselves，not doled out to them by a grudging master.  With the worthless parasitical human beings gone，there was more for everyone to eat.  There was leisure too，inexperienced though the animals were.