Smiling broadly, she collapsed forward onto Bee’s neck and buried her face in the sweaty tang of his thick mane.
Thumper looked over and saw her, fearful at first that she was about to collapse. But then she pushed herself upright and he saw the satisfied grin. He guided Lenny over to her. “You okay?”
“Oh, my God. Absolutely okay. That was…amazing!”
He withdrew his flask and offered it to Janey. “Looks like you could use some refreshment.”
She took the flask, a cylindrical glass bottle, and looked at the clear liquid within. “What’s in it?”
“Oh, that’s Crutchfield Creek Water.” He made a surreptitious wave at Mildred who was about to offer a comment.
Janey took a swig. A burst of gasping and coughing quickly followed. “Wa…water? That’s…cough…that’s some water.”
Mildred shot a narrow
