justprompts March
"Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless." - Honore de Balzac
"Oh, Jo, you're freezing," Cliff complained, edging away from his wife as she wriggled closer to get warm.
"It's cold in the cow shed," she pointed out. "And it's raining." Not that it made that much difference, since she'd been inside, but it was typical of the Welsh weather.
Cliff sighed. "Come here, then."
Jo smiled in the darkness and snuggled up to him. "Buttercup's had her calf."
"Oh, good," he said, sleepily.
"Don't you want to know whether it's a boy or a girl?"
"Can't it wait until the morning?"
"It is morning. It's nearly dawn." And Jo was too cold and too excited from seeing Buttercup give birth to sleep yet.
Cliff opened his eyes to find it was lighter in their bedroom than it had been when he had gone to bed alone. "Since you don't have to get up to milk the cow you may as well go to sleep." He closed his eyes again, intending to go back to sleep himself.
Jo shifted so she could look at him. After a few moments he sighed and opened his eyes again. "What is it?"
"It's a girl," she said, triumphantly. "I've decided to call her Daisy." It was a good, traditional name for a cow and no one was likely to complain about it.
"That's good. She'll be easy to sell."
Jo bit her lip. "Can we keep her?"
"We don't need any more milk."
She shook her head. "Not for the milk, for the company." He frowned, so she added, "Buttercup's lonely and I think she'd like another cow about."
"She has you."
"But human company isn't the same as having someone of your own kind around. And I'm not there all the time."
"Jo." Cliff brushed away some of her hair that was falling on his face. "We can't afford to keep another cow," he said softly.
"I thought about that." It had been a long night and she'd had plenty of time to think. "We can sell the extra milk to the milk board."
"I don't think they need one cow's milk when they deal with so many."
Jo refused to give in. "We don't know until we ask."
Cliff wasn't convinced, but he could hardly argue about that point. "If I say you can keep it, will you let me sleep?"
Jo grinned. "Of course I will."
"All right then. But you'll have to get the others to agree too."
"I will." She kissed Cliff before settling down to sleep. She knew he would agree in the end.
"Oh, Jo, you're freezing," Cliff complained, edging away from his wife as she wriggled closer to get warm.
"It's cold in the cow shed," she pointed out. "And it's raining." Not that it made that much difference, since she'd been inside, but it was typical of the Welsh weather.
Cliff sighed. "Come here, then."
Jo smiled in the darkness and snuggled up to him. "Buttercup's had her calf."
"Oh, good," he said, sleepily.
"Don't you want to know whether it's a boy or a girl?"
"Can't it wait until the morning?"
"It is morning. It's nearly dawn." And Jo was too cold and too excited from seeing Buttercup give birth to sleep yet.
Cliff opened his eyes to find it was lighter in their bedroom than it had been when he had gone to bed alone. "Since you don't have to get up to milk the cow you may as well go to sleep." He closed his eyes again, intending to go back to sleep himself.
Jo shifted so she could look at him. After a few moments he sighed and opened his eyes again. "What is it?"
"It's a girl," she said, triumphantly. "I've decided to call her Daisy." It was a good, traditional name for a cow and no one was likely to complain about it.
"That's good. She'll be easy to sell."
Jo bit her lip. "Can we keep her?"
"We don't need any more milk."
She shook her head. "Not for the milk, for the company." He frowned, so she added, "Buttercup's lonely and I think she'd like another cow about."
"She has you."
"But human company isn't the same as having someone of your own kind around. And I'm not there all the time."
"Jo." Cliff brushed away some of her hair that was falling on his face. "We can't afford to keep another cow," he said softly.
"I thought about that." It had been a long night and she'd had plenty of time to think. "We can sell the extra milk to the milk board."
"I don't think they need one cow's milk when they deal with so many."
Jo refused to give in. "We don't know until we ask."
Cliff wasn't convinced, but he could hardly argue about that point. "If I say you can keep it, will you let me sleep?"
Jo grinned. "Of course I will."
"All right then. But you'll have to get the others to agree too."
"I will." She kissed Cliff before settling down to sleep. She knew he would agree in the end.