SenenAnep could smell it in the air. It was that dry crispy smell just after somebody ate some pork rinds. He knew that smell. It could only be...


A woman came in with a giant sombrero like Greek hat. It was one of those rough-neck hats that only the toughest people wore. Slinged on her sides were two dried fish, the kind that could apparently kill a man in one toss.

"That's my pony," the lady said.

Sen remembered her. Her name was AzureEyes. She was the meanest, cleanest hombre (she's a gal so it must be hom-bra) ever did he see and yet she had no five-o'clock shadow. SenenAnep nodded to Elenia and she nodded back (for she had no idea what this nut was going to do). Standing up, he faced the door to stare at the woman.

"No," Sen said in his best imitation of a wild woman named Cornellia Cornelius (which actually had a rather squeaky voice like a mouse). "This shetling pony is mine. I won him in an arm-wrestling tournament with the most wild and woolly woman on that side," he waved his arm in some random direction, "of the Alpes."

AzureEyes grabbed her dried fish and people leaped underneath their tables.