Three rabbits, all of them good-sized. Not so fancy as what they’d be eating up at the manor, but it’d still make a grand Christmas dinner for his mam and the kids. Now, though, it was time to be heading off home before that bastard of a gamekeeper caught him. Snow had started to drift from the heavy clouds, a few flakes finding their way in between the leafless trees to fall on Danny as he made his way home. At least they had plenty of firewood this year. Life was a bit easier now Toby was big enough to help out, and he’d done a cracking job of collecting wood for his mam. Funny to think of Toby growing up. He’d been so tiny when he was born a couple of years before the Great War. And now he was ten years old already. He’d taken his little sisters out to gather holly to cheer up the cottage in honor of the season, although there had been a few tears over pricked thumbs that day, Danny recalled. But his mam had smiled to see it, and that was the main thing.
What do You think about Pleasures With Rough Strife?
