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Snowball knocks on the boardroom door and enters. A number of pigs glance up and nod as he enters.

"Sit down Wellington, we don't have all day." says the Minister of Finance, rustling papers in his trotters. "How are the plans progressing?"

"Oh, well thank you comrade." Snowball replies as he sits. The pigs at the table all look up at him, then at Napoleon II, who scowls.

"Wellington, we do not use that term any more. It is forbidden. Since you are new here we will overlook it this once. Where you have picked it up from I cannot imagine."

For a moment, Snowball hardly dares breathe. Fortunately the other pigs drop the matter in favour of more important issues. The Minister of Finance stands.

"Gentlemen, we are once again in a financial situation of some delicacy. We will only have funds for the windmill if we cut back in other areas. Since the ducks are making a loss, I think it would be appropriate to eliminate them for a tidy profit."

"Agreed."

"Seconded.

"I will make the arrangements immediately."

"Hang on a minute." Snowball blurts out when he can get a word in edgeways. "Are you saying you are going to have every duck on this farm slaughtered?"

A frown from the Minister of Finance. "Do you have a problem with that Wellington?"

"Well yes, actually. You're killing them!"

Napoleon II holds up a trotter. "Enough. Decision rests. You are a good engineer Wellington, but you clearly have no idea how to run a farm."

Snowball stares miserably at his minutes.