You just love that bloody horse, don’t you, Tunny?” “She makes better conversation than you, Forest, that’s for sure, and she’s a damn sight better than walking. Aren’t you, my darling?” He nuzzled at her long face and fed her an extra handful of grain. “My favourite animal in the whole bloody army.” He felt a tap on his arm. “Corporal?” It was Yolk, looking off towards the hill. “No, Yolk, I’m afraid to say you’re nowhere near. In fact you need to work hard at not being my least favourite animal—”
