The early apples were now ripening, and the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day, however, the order went forth that all the windfalls were to be collected and brought to the harness-room for the use of the pigs.

George Orwell

Animal Farm. Chapter 3. After the vanishing milk, the apples now also disappear down the pigs’ bellies.