Soon there were five buckets of frothing creamy milk at which many of the animals looked with considerable interest. 🔊

"What is going to happen to all that milk?" said someone.

"Jones used sometimes to mix some of it in our mash," said one of the hens. 🔊

"Never mind the milk, comrades!" cried Napoleon, placing himself in front of the buckets. "That will be attended to. 🔊 The harvest is more important. Comrade Snowball will lead the way. I shall follow in a few minutes. 🔊 Forward, comrades! The hay is waiting."

So the animals trooped down to the hayfield to begin the harvest, and when they came back in the evening it was noticed that the milk had disappeared. 🔊