Late summer. The animals were still working to finish building the windmill. The supplies weren't as many as last year, or when Jones had the power over the farm.
             Napoleon was now the one who took Jones' place. He was the leader of the farm. He had many rights that no other animal on the farm had. The animals trust Napoleon, as if he was one of them, not the one to whom they were slaves.
             One day, while the animals were still working for the windmill, Napoleon was in the house, "working". He had new ideas about how the farm can work.
             "What if "we" get back in touch with "the world" – which means more freedom, more supplies, more animals on my farm ... in little words, more for nothing?" Napoleon was talking to himself, but Squealer who came into the room destructed him, as if he , the intruder, dared to enter in the thickness and darkness of his profound thoughts. He was having news. Boxer was dying, and the animals were all very scared.
             "And what do you expect me to do ... to go and carry him through hospitals and waste my money? Why can you animals think for yourself? I thought you're more different from the other, and I can trust you. I thought you can help me with minor problems, but as the time passes I realize you're like them... What do you think I should do?"
             Squealer was confused. "Do you want me to take care of him here?"
             A hideous laugh destroyed the plainness, the stillness of Napoleon's emotionless face. "You stupid creatures ... Do I have to tell you everything? No, we are not going to take care of him, not here, and not in a hospital. Call the knacker, and in less than three hours, this problem will be forget."
             Squealer turned his head, opened the door, and wanted to leave, when he heard his Master saying again:
             "How could God create such mortals that cannot even think for themselves 5 minutes,
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