“Jones used sometimes to mix some of it in our mash，”said one of the hens.
“Never mind the milk，comrades！”cried Napoloen，placing himself in front of the buckets. “That will be attended to. The harvest is more important. Comrade Snowball will lead the way. I shall follow in a few minutes. Forward，comrades！ The hay is waiting.”
So the animals trooped down to the hayfield to begin the harvest，and when they came back in the evening it was noticed that the milk had disappeared.
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