摘要：At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raise platform,Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw,under a lantern which hung

As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a strirring and a fluttering

all through the farm building.

Word had gone round during the day that old Major,the prize Middle White boar,

had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. it had been agreed that should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr.Jones was safely out the way. Old Majorlso he was always called,though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty)was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.

At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raise platform,Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw,under a lantern which hung from a beam.he was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut.Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their different fashions.

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