Blind Beauty [antikvár]

Ski 1 The foal was born without eyes. Just empty sockets. When Decían cleared the membrane and saw what had happened he let out a wail which so startled the mare that she staggered to get up. Decían leapt to her head. "My poor old baby! Lie still, you stupid old cow! What have you done, you stupid girl?" "It's because she's so old. Twenty-three! I told you it would kill her," said his wife Myra. "This is worse. Worse than killing her. I'll ring the veterinary." "What for?" "To lay it to sleep, of course." "No. You'll not do that." "What do you mean, no?" "Give us time. There's no hurry Let the mare settle." "It's best at once. For the mare." "Not for me though," Decían said. "It's not best for me. Don't ring yet." Word soon went round that crazy Decían insisted on keeping his blind foal. It was a filly and he wanted to keep the