A Wronged God
Published in Far off Places - Epistolary Edition
Well, of course the calves came the very next morning and I was forced to deal with the gore alone. Your boy spent the day lolling in the quarters we’d produced for him in the hayshed, reading penny novels and calling to Mrs Savory for cups of tea. I was out in the fields until the early hours and came home with forearms caked in innards. I don’t suppose barley farmers such as yourselves will be aware of the mess a thorough calving can produce. It is quite something.