Chapter 13

Felix, who had been watching the clouds to see what would happen when the white puffy rabbit drifted into the back of the sleeping cumulus dragon, refocused on Ronan with difficulty. “Huh? Yeah. Feed them and clean and stuff.”

“You’re impossible,” Ronan said as he struggled to pick up a pitchfork. “You aren’t takin’ this serious. I’ll just do it meself.”

With a staying hand on Ronan’s forearm, Felix said, “No, please. I am taking it seriously. I already know how to do all of this.” Felix put as much emotion into his expression as he could muster, selling his lie.

Ronan regarded him with a skeptical look but accepted his story.

“Hey,” Felix said. “I grew up in Kentucky. You probably have no idea what that is, but it’s basically one giant farm. I got this.”

“I’ve hearda Kentucky, you dolt. Horse races and bourbon, yes?”

“Basically.”

“You won’t have to worry about gettin’ the animals into the fields to feed. Grandad will do that. You up to milkin’?”