1 In the evenings she lay in his stall and talked to him, while Benjamin kept the flies off him.
2 She was seen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrows who were just out of her reach.
3 He was quite unchanged, still did no work, and talked in the same strain as ever about Sugarcandy Mountain.
4 And--I was a long way away, but I am almost certain I saw this--he was talking to you and you were allowing him to stroke your nose.
5 Some of the animals talked of the duty of loyalty to Mr. Jones, whom they referred to as "Master," or made elementary remarks such as "Mr. Jones feeds us."
6 But the luxuries of which Snowball had once taught the animals to dream, the stalls with electric light and hot and cold water, and the three-day week, were no longer talked about.
7 He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark--for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies.
8 He talked learnedly about field drains, silage, and basic slag, and had worked out a complicated scheme for all the animals to drop their dung directly in the fields, at a different spot every day, to save the labour of cartage.