Macey
When Helen pulled that piece of hay out of my hair, I wanted to laugh. Yeah, me and Mikey made out—well, sort of—but it was innocent.
That piece of hay Helen found is probably making her think we did way more than kissing, and all because of that horse, Bucky. I think he set me up.
I rolled my eyes and let out a little laugh. Helen turned around from the trash, where she had thrown the hay away, and said, “What's funny?”
“I think Bucky set me up. He might not have bitten me, but he definitely got a dig in on me,” I replied.
Helen gave me a look. “Are you okay? Did the cold get to you outside?” she asked.
“She’s fine, Mom. Bucky just dropped the hay in her hair, that’s all,” Mikey groaned.
“Yeah, that,” I nodded, agreeing with him.
“I see.” Helen looked at both of us. I could
