Outside from inside the tooth factory
It wasn't quite as warm today. The sun was hiding behind the clouds and the residue of the smoke from the fires on the moor was hanging about. The Crofter wasn't. He was in the tooth factory working, earning money and all that.
Outside, the animules were eating the money - or might as well have been. I noticed Dad Crofter sorting through the silage bales trying to find one that was not mouldy. It seems the damp weather we had these months past have not been good for the stuff. And coows can't eat it if it's mouldy. Gives them tummy ache. Or worse.
Outside Dad Crofter tries to smile.