Told

Wes came in through the back door laughing, standing firm on the small rug so as not to track in. "Two lemonades, please," he said (grinning from ear to ear). "What's so funny?" Diana asked, setting out two plastic cups and moving to the fridge. "We were mucking out the stalls today and Rennie found some rat droppings," Wes explained. "I was a little worried that she'd freak out, so I flat out lied and started talking about little bunnies nesting in there at night." "Quick thinking," Diana responded. "Did she buy it?" "Not for a single effing minute," Wes answered with a chuckle. "She gave me an exasperated look, told me that it was OBVIOUSLY fairy poop, and she wasn't a little kid. She also explained that fairy life was more than twinkling lights, magic spells, and lawn parties," Wes finished, his eyes bright. "Well, you got told," Diana laughed into the sink. "I sure did," Wes whispered proudly.