Okay. He could do that. Right? Trepidation trickled into the front of his mind until she spoke again, "Am not!" He snapped. Judas' tone was like a child's on the playground. Oh joy, he'd screwed up again. A light blush started to warm his cheeks at his own blunder and he strode into the barn to hide it, though not well. Then he realized he had no clue what he was supposed to do. His arm gripped at his elbow apologetically, "How do I feed them?"


