| Fizzy had searched
high and low for her old friend, but he was nowhere to be found, not even
in front of his laptop, where he had spent a seemingly inordinate amount
of time lately. Why, she and Tex hadn't gone mushroom-kicking in
nearly three weeks! It was outrageous. She was determined to
find Tex and show him the deep purple mushrooms in that field by the Perm
Shoppe that were just begging to be kicked over.
"Hiya, Tex!" She found
him jumping over fences at the Show Stable.
"Stop." Fizzy ordered, intending to commandeer him for a day of mushroom-kicking and lecture him for being such an antisocial lately. Instead, she looked hard into his face and cheerfully asked what the matter was. "Nothing," came the
insufferably male response.
Tex halfheartedly agreed, and as they strolled toward the Perm Shoppe, Fizzy played Sherlock Holmes, trying to read his nonverbal expressions and use deductive reasoning to ascertain what was preoccupying her friend. Upon discovering she was pretty lousy at the Sherlock Holmes thing, she began to ask questions instead. "Do you eat something
bad?"
Tex begin to walk slowly
away, with that same vacant expression. At that moment, Fizzy had
a remarkable connection with her feminine instinct. She scampered
up beside him again. "You have a crush on somebody, don't you?"
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