← They rolled in the dew, they cropped mouthfuls of the sweet summer grass, they kicked up clods of the black earth and snuffed its rich scent. 🔊
← And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful. All through that 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, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by a grudging master. 🔊