She laughs and waves a hand at you dismissively.
“You dummy,” she mocks and takes a step closer to the huge horse, still munching on hay. “I know she’s big, but that’d never work!”
“Sure it would,” you insist.
“Nuh-uh!” she snaps back.
“Yah-huh!” you retort.
“Nuh-uh!” shouted louder, seeming to get Maybel’s attention. The horse finishes what’s in her mouth and licks her lips.
What happens next?
