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After drinking all night it seemed a good idea. “Ellie needs to be taught a lesson,” Chris giggled. ”We’d get by with it; our parents are owners, she’s just an apprentice jockey.” “Let’s flip a coin,” I suggested. “Whoever wins gets her, whoever loses helps.” I pulled out a quarter. “I’m heads, you’re tails.” “Agreed.” The quarter skipped quivered on the pavement. Chris stooped. “Heads.” We shook hands, officially concluding three months of hard feelings in the competition for Ellie. Ellie was gone. “She’s probably in the bathroom. We need to hide.” Mephistopheles pushed out his head and bared his teeth. “I’ll go in with Bernie,” I whispered. “You go behind the barn door.” We slid into position. Mephistopheles screamed and stamped, as if he’d been appointed watchdog and suspected us. Before long we heard voices and hoof-steps. Closer, closer they came, Ellie, Jennifer, and the trainer. We held our breaths—why’d we expect Ellie to be alone? But we were lucky. “Take them out, girls, I’ll see you on the backside.” He left with two horses. It was even odds now. Closer and closer they came. We sprang out. Positioning ourselves between them and the corner, we pushed Ellie to the ground. I spread manure in her face. “Hello, Ellie.” Now Red Flag screamed and stamped. Two stalls down Mephistopheles responded. “I told you to leave me alone,” Ellie choked through manure. I grinned. “We flipped a coin for you. I won, but we’re teaching you a lesson first.” Jennifer socked me in the jaw. “There’s no monopoly on teaching lessons around here.” Ellie got up. “Ellie, what about stalling them with Flagship and Mephistopheles?” “Good idea.” They shoved us, slammed the doors. Chris screamed. As I stood breathless, hooves and teeth lunged toward me. [297 words] |