| "Well, whoever it
is, he needs to tell her. That's the best way." smacked Gypsy, downing
great forkfuls of peach cobbler.
"Aw, you know Tex! He'd sooner carry it to his grave." Fizzy moaned, plopping her chin into cupped hooves. "He's so introverted . . . and so . . . male!" "Well, I'm dying to know who it is." Sugar Apple chewed thoughtfully. "That country boy doesn't give his heart awa--Peachy??! What is this purple thing in the cobbler??!!?" Peachy trotted across the room and calmly retrieved a Luscious Lavender Pony Press-On Nail from Sugar Apple's cobbler. "Thanks, babe. Been looking for that." Gypsy grimaced. "Eww, Peachy! Come on, already! Enough cobblers, okay?"
"Tomorrow, I cook." Sugar Apple handed down the edict to the offended Peachy, who retorted, "Sugar Apple, I am sick of apple this and apple that! Besides, I need to practice for cooking class. I cook tomorrow!" "No, I cook tomorrow," announced Cherry Treats. "I want to try a new recipe." "Oh, great." Gypsy rolled her eyes. "We're guinea pigs again tomorrow." Fizzy leapt out of her seat. "We have to save him!" she cried excitedly amidst the cacophony of conversation. "Save who?" asked Peachy. "Tex, of course!" bubbled Fizzy. "We have to save him from a broken heart brought on by unrequited love!" "How are we going to do that, Cupid?" Gypsy laughed sarcastically. "Find out who she is and stick an arrow in her?" But Fizzy was already bouncing out of the room, determined to "help" Tex with his dilemma.  |
