Bloomey Castle

Father, I had that dream again. Attacked with her hooves. All five of them. I cannot describe my fear. I woke in a pool of pungent tears. You said we would leave in the morning. That was 3 years ago. Locked in this cage forever. Queen Jardine beckons us all. Forced on to serve these animals, head heavy with curds and sadness. They party till well past midnight, and I yearn to feel the daylight. Father, you promised a saviour. You promised one to lift this curse. The party winds down, and we’re shooed inside. The Queen needs to be overthrown. We’re not refrigerated. We’re left in this cage to grow mould.