The
processional entrance of the animals hints at the hiearchy which is to follow. The dogs first
march in, escorting the pigs following close behind:
At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised 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 tuskes had never been cut.
Before long the other animals began to arrive and make themselves comfortable after their
different fashions. First came the three dogs, Bluebell, Jessie, and Pitcher,
and...
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