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Woody looked panic-stricken as he tore through the cabin and into the kitchen. He leaned against the table to catch his breath.

Buzz came in after. "What's the matter with you? Who's Barbara?"

Woody waved him off as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. He straightened up.

"Well?"

"I met her at Cowboy Camp four years ago."

Buzz raised an eyebrow. "Woody, did you have an affair?"

Woody's face twisted with horror. "No, Man! It was just a crush!"

Buzz was silent.

The Cowboy sighed. "Ok, it was about three months before I met Bo. Barbara and I met at camp. She was a nice girl, and I..." Woody fiddled with his fingers as he looked uncomfortable. "I had a crush on her." He waved his hands. "But nothing happened! I swear! I never even told her!"

"So what's the problem?"

Woody shrugged haplessly. "I dunno...I mean, what if I still have feelings for her? I don't think I do, but what if she has them for me?"

"I thought you never told her."

"I didn't!" Answered Woody. "But Buzz, you know me! I'm not exactly Mr. Subtle when it comes to my emotions!"

Buzz chortled. "Boy, is that the truth." Woody glared and he shrugged.

"Anyway, after that I never saw her again, and then three months later Mom had her baby shower for Molly and…"

"You've been with Bo ever since." Buzz finished.

"Well, not ever since." Woody said. "I mean, it was six months before I even got the guts to..." He stopped and shook his head aggravated. "That's not the point!" He turned to his best friend. "Buzz, what do I do? What if Bo finds out?"

"What if she does?" Buzz said. "Bo's a sensible woman. She's not going to get hot under the collar because of some girl you once liked. She's never been jealous of anyone!"

"She's never had a reason to be jealous." Woody took off his hat and rubbed his face. "I gotta make sure Bo never knows about this!"

"But..."

"Buzz," Woody clasped his shoulders. "You gotta help me! We have to make sure Barbara doesn't speak to Bo!"

"Ok," Buzz walked toward the door. "What if Bo speaks to Barbara?"

"What?" Woody ran behind him and peered over his shoulder. He screamed. "GAHHHH!"

Bo, Jessie, and Barbara stood in the main room, chatting genially.

Woody turned to Buzz. "What am I going to do? If they both see me at the same time, I'm a dead toy!"

"But Woody..."

"I got it!" He snapped his fingers. "You distract them while I sneak upstairs!"

"Me?" Buzz pointed to himself. "How?"

"Don't ask me how, just do it!" Woody pushed the Space Ranger out of the kitchen.

Outside, Andy, Maxie, Molly and Elsie were seated at the picnic table. The three older kids talked while Molly clutched her Booster doll and ate a strawberry Popsicle. Occasionally, she pretended to let the toy have a bite.

Andy and Elsie were laughing and having a good time, but Maxie's face was stony as she stared at the blonde girl next to her best friend.

"So then, Miss Thurig goes to sit on the counter under the bulletin board, and she shrieks and jumps down! She sat on a tack! It was so funny, right Andy?"

Andy covered his mouth as he snickered.

"I don't think that's very funny." Said Maxie coldly. "I've stepped on a tack before and it hurt."

There was silence except for the sound of Molly slurping her treat.

Elsie turned to Andy. "Remember the horses?"

"Of course he remembers the horses. He goes to Cowboy Camp every year." Maxie said in a prickly tone.

Elsie ignored her. "Mine was Sunbeam! She was a beautiful chestnut mare with a star on her head! And you had the gray blanket horse! What was his name?"

"Snip." Answered Andy. "He ate carrots out of my hand!"

Elsie sighed. "I love horses."

"I'll bet you do," said Maxie antagonistically.

"I like horseys," said Molly. What was left of her Popsicle was now smeared in a red sticky mess around her mouth.

Andy leaned forward toward Maxie. "What's your problem?"

"What's your problem?" She countered.

Andy looked taken aback. "I don't have a problem!"

"Hey gang!" Mom waved as she and Emily came down the trail. "What's going on?" She stopped near the table. "Oh no! Molly, you're a mess!"

"Sorry." Said the four-year-old.

"Now I'll to clean you up!" She pulled Molly out from the table. "Come on now!"

Elsie stood up. "Ms. Davis, may I make a suggestion? After you clean Molly up, why don't we all go swimming? My parents are napping and we need adult supervision."

"That's sounds good!" Said Emily. She looked at Mom "What do you think?"

"It's ok with me." Said Mom.

All the kids except Maxie cheered.

Elsie began to run toward her cabin. "I'm going to put on my suit!" She called. "I'll be back in ten minutes!"

Mom smiled. "What a nice girl."

Maxie sat with her arms folded, her back toward the table. "Ms. Davis, may I make a suggestion?" She mimicked. "We need adult supervision! I wooove horses!"

"Maxine!" Emily exclaimed. "That's not nice!"

Maxie stood up and stomped toward the trail. "I don't wanna go swimming."

"Where are you going?" Emily called after her.

Maxie kicked a stone in front of her, sending it skidding along the path. "Just around the trail, Mama."

Emily looked at Mom and shrugged. "What's gotten into her?"