High above, vultures are targeting the farmhouse.
Often they were seen lying in Jones’ cot in the Manor House and playing cards and sipping beer.
So that night was a night of celebration in the Manor Farm, boars in coats and suits, while the sows with Mrs. Jones’ dresses and ribbons, an army of dogs, elephants, snakes, tigers, and vultures guarding them ferociously, bottles of whisky, rum, and champagne. Bruce stood up for a toast to Squealer, “To the health of my much-trusted friends and comrades in arms, Minimus, Scar, Snowball, and Squealer!” and a blaring roar of shouting broke out from the pigs. Whеn Bruce took his seat, Squealеr, sycophantic as always rose from his seat for a second toast. “We will give you the new toast as we said it. Fill your mugs to the brim, gentleboars! Here is my toast to the prosperity of Animal Farm once again!" Followed by another thunderous roar of shouting. When he sat down, Squealer caught an envious stare from Minimus. It was quite obvious that with Bruce as the leader, Squealer would enjoy a great deal of power. And one pig in particular didn’t appreciate it.
Minimus was determined to hold the reigns of power in his own hands, alone. So, drunken with greed and ambition, one June night he made his first move. He crept to the Manor House and had a couple of words with Bruce. Minimus slowly, but deliberately started poisoning Bruce’s mind against Squealer.
“Jealousy and lust for power have intoxicated him. It pains me much to say, but yes, I’ve got sources warning me that Squealer is not to be trusted.”
“Nonsense! I have faith in him.” Bruce roared.
Minimus threw him a side-wise glance, “Life is a huge price to pay for your faith, Comrade Bruce?” Bruce was silent.
“Time is there comrade, but in a short supply. Squealer has already started preparing for the military coup. It’s either kill or get killed!”
Then the barn door creaked open and Minimus melted away into the shadows leaving Bruce alone. He was trying to marshal his thoughts. Squealer, a traitor? No! It’s impossible, Bruce consoled himself. But suddenly a disturbing thought slipped into his mind: What if it is true? Then he quickly swam out of the dilemma and went to the bedroom.
For Minimus that was a sleepless night. He was pacing around the yard, thinking about his next move. His plan was clear: divide and rule. He knew it wouldn’t take long. He had known Bruce for a long time and could see he was already crumbling. He kept on injecting suspicion and hate. And one fine day he got lucky.
“I can see a fire of ambition blazing in Squealer’s eyes. It won’t be long before jealousy and hatred come with the dagger and stab us dead.” Bruce was silent. Could it be? The very pig he had trusted so much, could he betray? Or was it a slight misunderstanding? But one can never tell. Time and again the iron rule of ‘throne or coffin’ had proved itself. Minimus fed the growing fire. “Think of it again, comrade. Treachery against us is treachery against late Comrade Napoleon, treachery against wise Old Major, treachery against the sacred laws of Animalism!” It was more than Bruce could bear. The rapidly thinning strand of faith snapped altogether.
That same night Squealer was called for a ‘strictly confidential’ meeting. Unsuspecting as always, Squealer fell into the trap. After a few words of greetings, Minimus went for the kill. He launched a sudden attack on Squealer, accusing him of being a traitor. At first, Squealer furiously denied the accusations. “IMPOSSIBLE!” he let out a roar of shock. Four other porkers who were present let out shrill squeals of accusation. When he finally realized what was going on, Squealer sharply glanced at Bruce, who was silently sitting by the barn window. Squealer fell to Bruce’s feet and cried, “Say comrade it is a lie, a foul joke! Say!” Bruce said nothing. Squealer slowly rose to his feet. “Bruce… you too?” He was unable to believe, or rather refusing to believe what he just witnessed. He was stunned to silence.
Snowball watched in horror as Squealer fought against Bruce. Then, Tamino came to the rescue. Tamino grabbed Snowball out of the farmhouse.
Suddenly, a thunderous voice from Bruce was ringing in Squealer’s ears for an eternity. “Guards! Go find Snowball and kill him once and for all! Now, Comrade Squealer, I believe it won’t do any good by refusing to acknowledge your guilt. You should have thought about the consequences before you plotted against us. And for this unthinkable treachery, you are condemned to DEATH!”
Often they were seen lying in Jones’ cot in the Manor House and playing cards and sipping beer.
So that night was a night of celebration in the Manor Farm, boars in coats and suits, while the sows with Mrs. Jones’ dresses and ribbons, an army of dogs, elephants, snakes, tigers, and vultures guarding them ferociously, bottles of whisky, rum, and champagne. Bruce stood up for a toast to Squealer, “To the health of my much-trusted friends and comrades in arms, Minimus, Scar, Snowball, and Squealer!” and a blaring roar of shouting broke out from the pigs. Whеn Bruce took his seat, Squealеr, sycophantic as always rose from his seat for a second toast. “We will give you the new toast as we said it. Fill your mugs to the brim, gentleboars! Here is my toast to the prosperity of Animal Farm once again!" Followed by another thunderous roar of shouting. When he sat down, Squealer caught an envious stare from Minimus. It was quite obvious that with Bruce as the leader, Squealer would enjoy a great deal of power. And one pig in particular didn’t appreciate it.
Minimus was determined to hold the reigns of power in his own hands, alone. So, drunken with greed and ambition, one June night he made his first move. He crept to the Manor House and had a couple of words with Bruce. Minimus slowly, but deliberately started poisoning Bruce’s mind against Squealer.
“Jealousy and lust for power have intoxicated him. It pains me much to say, but yes, I’ve got sources warning me that Squealer is not to be trusted.”
“Nonsense! I have faith in him.” Bruce roared.
Minimus threw him a side-wise glance, “Life is a huge price to pay for your faith, Comrade Bruce?” Bruce was silent.
“Time is there comrade, but in a short supply. Squealer has already started preparing for the military coup. It’s either kill or get killed!”
Then the barn door creaked open and Minimus melted away into the shadows leaving Bruce alone. He was trying to marshal his thoughts. Squealer, a traitor? No! It’s impossible, Bruce consoled himself. But suddenly a disturbing thought slipped into his mind: What if it is true? Then he quickly swam out of the dilemma and went to the bedroom.
For Minimus that was a sleepless night. He was pacing around the yard, thinking about his next move. His plan was clear: divide and rule. He knew it wouldn’t take long. He had known Bruce for a long time and could see he was already crumbling. He kept on injecting suspicion and hate. And one fine day he got lucky.
“I can see a fire of ambition blazing in Squealer’s eyes. It won’t be long before jealousy and hatred come with the dagger and stab us dead.” Bruce was silent. Could it be? The very pig he had trusted so much, could he betray? Or was it a slight misunderstanding? But one can never tell. Time and again the iron rule of ‘throne or coffin’ had proved itself. Minimus fed the growing fire. “Think of it again, comrade. Treachery against us is treachery against late Comrade Napoleon, treachery against wise Old Major, treachery against the sacred laws of Animalism!” It was more than Bruce could bear. The rapidly thinning strand of faith snapped altogether.
That same night Squealer was called for a ‘strictly confidential’ meeting. Unsuspecting as always, Squealer fell into the trap. After a few words of greetings, Minimus went for the kill. He launched a sudden attack on Squealer, accusing him of being a traitor. At first, Squealer furiously denied the accusations. “IMPOSSIBLE!” he let out a roar of shock. Four other porkers who were present let out shrill squeals of accusation. When he finally realized what was going on, Squealer sharply glanced at Bruce, who was silently sitting by the barn window. Squealer fell to Bruce’s feet and cried, “Say comrade it is a lie, a foul joke! Say!” Bruce said nothing. Squealer slowly rose to his feet. “Bruce… you too?” He was unable to believe, or rather refusing to believe what he just witnessed. He was stunned to silence.
Snowball watched in horror as Squealer fought against Bruce. Then, Tamino came to the rescue. Tamino grabbed Snowball out of the farmhouse.
Suddenly, a thunderous voice from Bruce was ringing in Squealer’s ears for an eternity. “Guards! Go find Snowball and kill him once and for all! Now, Comrade Squealer, I believe it won’t do any good by refusing to acknowledge your guilt. You should have thought about the consequences before you plotted against us. And for this unthinkable treachery, you are condemned to DEATH!”
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