I went to move to get my tools, but my feet were rooted to the spot. "Like you want me to magic them into existence?"
Trimble shrugged. "Up to you. But do you want to try? It's a lot like what you did to that gate."
So I considered what would be a good design for something sturdy enough to keep the cow off, and high enough at the bottom for her to graze the grass down. Steel, no - wood posts, braced against each other and some wire mesh across them. Three would be all we needed. And in a few years, I could take them off, by magic or otherwise.
I turned around and closed my eyes. A few thumps and swishes told me something had happened. When I turned back to look, it was exactly as I had imagined it.
"Balance. Making things better. That's your strong suit. That's how you are going to han
