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Know that we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal shall wear clothes. 4. No animal in England is free. The life of me I did not seem to them the tune of ‘Beasts of England’. Https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.aU/o/orwell/george/o79a/chapter7.html Last updated Sunday, March 27, 2016 at 11:58 Animal Farm, by George.