![]() ![]() I almost face planted when the dewy grass combined with my flats, which I had busted out for this hopeful occasion, made me slip. I dropped my manilla folder-which contained three copies of my resume that I planned to drop off at a small marketing company in downtown Magiford-and raced to the fence. Its ribs and spine uncomfortably stuck out, and its neck was too thin and made its head look huge and blocky.Ī fae creature if I ever saw one-which meant it was deadly at best and murderous at worst.Īnd it was standing about three feet away from Bagel, my pet donkey. Even from this far away I could see the bulges and indents of its bones. It was a skeletal creature that was only vaguely horse-like. I was on my way out the door from my parents’ house on a humid spring day, eager to launch my long-cherished plan to become a Responsible Adult, when I glanced over at the horse pasture and saw it. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historic events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any number whatsoever without written permission of the author, except in the case of quotations embodied in articles and reviews. ![]()
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