Biffy

‘About a year later at the regiment, my Rittmeister v. Tr., who was very fond of sport, told me that he had bought a very chunky jumper. We were all very excited about the ‘chunky jumper’, who bore the rare name ‘Biffy’. I no longer thought about my war school teacher’s old mare. One fine day the wonder animal arrived, and now imagine the astonishment that good old ‘Biffy’ found herself back in Tr’s stable at the age of eight. She had changed hands several times in the meantime and her price had risen considerably. My war school teacher had bought her for fifteen hundred marks, and v. Tr. had bought her after a year as an eight-year-old for three thousand five hundred marks. She didn’t win any more jumping competitions, but she found a buyer again – and was killed right at the beginning of the war.’