Shipping and Handling Chap. 8Dinky Doo trotted back and forth in front of Twist, like a military sergeant addressing a private.More Like This
"Alright, Twist, let's go over it one more time. I know we can figure out what's going on."
Twist sighed and flipped back to the first page of the notebook yet again. "Dinky, are you sure we're not just on a wild goose chase?"
"Yes, I'm sure!" Dinky replied, pounding her front hooves for emphasis. "My mom's hiding something; that much is obvious. You and I need to find out what it is."
Twist rubbed her chin with a hoof for a moment as she thought. "You know, Dinky, usually parents have a good reason for doing what they do. Even if you're right, and your mom really is keeping something from you, maybe it's for the best that it stays that way. Did you consider that?"
Dinky's gaze fell. "I I did think that," she said softly. "That's why I've been feigning ignorance, even though it'