1 Napoleon had accepted, through Whymper, a contract for four hundred eggs a week.
2 Their method was to fly up to the rafters and there lay their eggs, which smashed to pieces on the floor.
3 One Sunday morning Squealer announced that the hens, who had just come in to lay again, must surrender their eggs.
4 He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits.
5 He stole the corn, he upset the milk-pails, he broke the eggs, he trampled the seedbeds, he gnawed the bark off the fruit trees.
6 They were just getting their clutches ready for the spring sitting, and they protested that to take the eggs away now was murder.
7 Whymper heard nothing of this affair, and the eggs were duly delivered, a grocer's van driving up to the farm once a week to take them away.
8 The three hens who had been the ringleaders in the attempted rebellion over the eggs now came forward and stated that Snowball had appeared to them in a dream and incited them to disobey Napoleon's orders.
9 A stump of hay and part of the potato crop were sold off, and the contract for eggs was increased to six hundred a week, so that that year the hens barely hatched enough chicks to keep their numbers at the same level.
10 He was therefore making arrangements to sell a stack of hay and part of the current year's wheat crop, and later on, if more money were needed, it would have to be made up by the sale of eggs, for which there was always a market in Willingdon.