Zach: Ollie, that’s not true is it?
Beth:Sure it is.
Sophie: Maybe, she’s right, Zach.
Ollie: Stop with all the hollering. I’ve never witnessed in all my born days so much horse feathers.
It was bad when Zach and Sophie were mooning over each other. Nearly knocked me on my backside. I’ll give Zach some credit. When I walked in on him in the tack room after he fell flat on his face side-walking, the man gutted it up. He threw that self pity out the window and went on. He wrestled that pride of his down. Not too many men could.
He won my admiration. Of course all the silly mooning and carrying on, I just had to shake my head.