War Horse

Rose was angry, and the couple argued. We learn that her husband was supposed to have bought a calf..... not a colt.

I was left there with no water and no food while he stumbled off across the cobbles and up into the farm-house beyond. There was the sound of slamming doors and raised voices before I heard footsteps running back across the yard and excited voices coming closer.

‘But why the divil did he buy him, Mother?’ Albert asked. ‘It was a calf we wanted, wasn’t it? That’s what he went in to market for, wasn’t it? A calf to suckle old Celandine?’