Blue or Brown?
The majority of the bets were on blue. Some of the more adventurous put their money on brown. Today was the day. The entire Police Plaza was eerily quiet. They knew it was female, but that was all Foaly would spill and no one was going to bother the Major about it.
It was nearing the end of shift. No one was packing up their desks, no last minute reports were flooding the Commander's inbox. Trouble found this disconcerting, but welcomed it anyway. He was waiting just as apt as the rest of them; he had put his gold on brown, favoring the idea of the baby looking like its mother.
At exactly 5pm, Foaly made the public announcement. After a fairly easy labor, Major Holly Fowl had given birth to a 4 lb, perfectly healthy baby girl. The babe's hair was dark, still too thin to discern a final color. Her light mocha cheeks were cherubic; her slightly pointed ears still tinged pink. No1 giggled as he examined the baby.
"Poor Foaly," the little demon said.
Artemis looked at No1 curiously while still beaming at his new daughter. "Foaly?" he asked. "What is wrong with the pony boy?"
"Oh well, nothing, yet…" was the cautious reply.
Back at the LEP, Foaly had actually locked down the Ops Booth in self preservation.
"You sneaky little horse-breathed sneak! I'm losing a lot of gold because of this. I may take it out of your budget," Trouble was furiously banging on the door in attempt to reach the centaur.
The rest of the office was starting to catch on. 'Something was wrong,' they all thought as they looked at the images covering every screen in the building. It was a little baby girl, alright, but the eyes… There is no way…
Foaly quietly said over the speakers, "Holly's parents both had green eyes…"