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Actually crying.
Sadiegrinned.
Victory.
I hated that grin.
Mostly because it worked.
"Where's the calf?" I asked.
The entire tavern cheered.
Mrs. Jenkins threw both hands into the air.
"I won!"
Sadie beamed.
"I knew you'd help."
"No. You manipulated me."
"Same thing."
"It absolutely isn't."
She started toward the door.
Then stopped.
Then looked down.
Then looked back at me.
"What?"
She pointed toward the floor.
"Oh."
The trail of manure stretched from the entrance all the way across the tavern.
I closed my eyes.
Counted to ten.
Then twenty.
When I opened them again, Sadie was smiling.
Again.
"Morning, Beast."
I sighed.
The day was officially ruined.
