"Ezra Standish, I'm here to talk to you about you getting Sarah pregnant!"
At the unexpected voice, Ezra fell off his chair.
He barely noticed the gasps of surprise as he looked up at the woman.
"Jubilee?"
The woman peered down.
"I've got five hundred if you can do it again."
By this time the other six were all there, as well as many citizens.
Ezra buried his red face in his hands.
"Would you kindly explain yourself before these people do something drastic?"
Jubilee laughed.
"Now that was priceless. All right. The real culprit was Chaucer. Sarah's my horse."
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Thanks for whoever named Ezra's horse, can't remember who it was. And thanks for all the people who've written wonderful stories about how smart he is.