Black Beauty (22)

Black Beauty (22)

At the beginning this seemed a good change.

My groom was a man called Filcher.

He had once been a ostler at a hotel, but now he grew fruit and vegetables for the market.

His wife bred and fattened chickens  and rabbit for sale.

Filcher kept the stable clean and airy and he groomed me throughly.
He was never otherwise than gentle and he certainly knew his job.

When I first went there, I heard the master give the order for foodーthe best hay, with oats and beans, and bran with rye grass as Filcher thought necessary.

I was going to be well off !

After a while, however, I found I wasn't getting anything like the amount of oats I should have had.
I grew tired and unhappy.

(22/33)
(Life as a job horse 2/3)