“What’s a stag stick?” Meg asked, taking the packages. He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb. “Oh,” Meg said. “Oh.” He spun around and ran back to the Market Square. She closed the door, looked at the packages in her hands, and said, “Eeewwww.”

“What’s a stag stick?” Meg asked, taking the packages. He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb. “Oh,” Meg said. “Oh.” He spun around and ran back to the Market Square. She closed the door, looked at the packages in her hands, and said, “Eeewwww.”

— Anne Bishop