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Milo picked up the jars of honey and passed them around until everyone had a couple. “Are you sure we should take them to the shack? Maybe we should get closer to the Downs?”
“No. The shack is fine,” said Max. He waved the others on and they quietly moved around the back of the stables. The occasional shout rang out from inside the house. The adults were still in deep discussion and probably would be for quite some time, but all plans would be ruined if they caught the bayard’s attention. He motioned for the others to be quiet, just to be sure. They ran past Alfie and Cynric’s workshop. The inside was lit up like a Christmas tree and changed color every couple of seconds. He shifted the jars of honey in his arms. If this didn’t work, he didn’t know what to do. The honey was their only
