"Are you sure?"
"Positive! After we took the fork in the road, we was following borer-tracks, not tire-marks!"
She threw her heavy arms around him, planting a kiss full on his lips. It not only made him squirm, but reminded him of Candy Derain's suction cup bicycle. Candy probably had traveled a hundred miles or so by now—straight up and down again—and actually couldn't have gained more than a hundred feet straightaway.
"You're so resourceful, Horseface," Trixie breathed, with constellations rather than mere stars in her eyes. "You remind me of Mike. And I'm going to reward you for all you've done. I'm going to marry you!"
Horseface didn't dare to groan. While Trixie clamped a loving paw on his own hand almost squeezing it to pulp, he wished fervently that he was alone on the far hills—anywhere but here—looking for psithium nuggets.
But Trixie always had her way, and she wasn't going to stop having it now.
"You're so masterful!" she wheezed.
And even Elmer, looking back over his shoulder, hung his head and sighed.
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