Sable slept late every day now.
Ever since his mysterious trip into town, Storm had been in a good mood. When she asked him about it, he told her to mind her own business, and it made her mad. Whatever it was, she didn’t like it, so she looked for every opportunity to irritate him. She kicked dirt on him, threw things at him, and absolutely refused to do anything he asked her to do.
“You’re acting like a damned baby!” he shouted as she kicked him in the shins. “Grow up!” he shouted.
“I don’t take orders from a s**t—”
Suddenly, he leaned down and picked up a handful of manure and rubbed it in her face.
“Ohhh! What…?”
“You must like s**t to have it in your mouth so much. Well, fine. Be my guest!”
Without saying another word, she ran to the house crying, leaving Storm to do her chores
