It appears that there will be more to the story of the festival. Too much on the previous tale, I'm afraid. Oh well. We shall see what happens with Sylvie's slip-up soon enough! Ah, what a tangled web we weave when we first learn to deceive.
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SHDYCF2 Chapter 18 Secrecy Amongst FriendsCHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Secrecy Amongst Friends
Sylvie watched her parents pull out of the driveway in their cars and head to work. She waited a little while, until she got the phone calls from them making sure she was all right and they would be home for dinner, then she took off.
She strode towards downtown, dressed in a regular t-shirt and sweater, with her amazingly comfortable buckskin jacket over it, and her rifle in its holster on her back.
People she knew as townsfolk waved and nodded as she passed by, while the visitors clustered around her, begging for a picture with her or trying to say hello.
Sylvie begged off all of them and quickened her pace a little. Having four hooves could come in handy, she admitted to herself. Without actually running, she could move faster than all but the quickest human walk.
With a sigh of relief, she managed to duck down an empty alley and shake her admirers. Checking herself once over to make sure nothing had gone missing or been added to her person,
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SHDYCF2 Chapter 16 Pumkin FestivalCHAPTER SIXTEEN
Pumpkin Festival
Taryn walked along the new Main Street of the town. Though it was, in fact, still the same street as before, all the new construction that had gone up made it seem like an entirely different boulevard. Where once had been several small shops shoved tight against one another in tiny brick storefronts, more spacious, modern construction had been installed. They still had the brick façade to them, probably to keep the small-town charm that tourists demanded, but it no longer looked rundown and struggling.
On the contrary, if the size of the crowd that Taryn saw could be any guide, it seemed to be booming. Every store had merchandise that had a red maple leaf on the front and slogans that said "I hiked Red Leaf" and "I stayed at Red Leaf".
Taryn couldn't help but notice that many of those shirts looked untouched, or were offered at bargain price. The ones with her and Sylvie's picture on them, however, were nearly always empty, had