out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs. Out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling round him. 

He carried a whip in his trotter.

There was a deadly silence. Amazed, terrified, huddling together, the animals watched the long line of pigs march slowly round the yard.