1 The others said of Squealer that he could turn black into white.
2 The dogs flanked the procession and at the head of all marched Napoleon's black cockerel.
3 When they got up again, a huge cloud of black smoke was hanging where the windmill had been.
4 He would perch on a stump, flap his black wings, and talk by the hour to anyone who would listen.
5 She was between the shafts of a smart dogcart painted red and black, which was standing outside a public-house.
6 Napoleon sent for pots of black and white paint and led the way down to the five-barred gate that gave on to the main road.
7 He fidgeted to and fro, swishing his long black tail against his sides and occasionally uttering a little whinny of surprise.
8 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.
9 When he did appear, he was attended not only by his retinue of dogs but by a black cockerel who marched in front of him and acted as a kind of trumpeter, letting out a loud "cock-a-doodle-doo" before Napoleon spoke.
10 And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel, and out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling round him.
11 It did not seem strange when Napoleon was seen strolling in the farmhouse garden with a pipe in his mouth--no, not even when the pigs took Mr. Jones's clothes out of the wardrobes and put them on, Napoleon himself appearing in a black coat, ratcatcher breeches, and leather leggings, while his favourite sow appeared in the watered silk dress which Mrs. Jones had been used to wearing on Sundays.