Margaret giggled at Charley's fear of the hairier leg, why did older boys have so much hair? It really was a curiosity, she remembered seeing some on one of the gentlemen she helped serve breakfast to once, she assumed he must simply be part monkey.

"Well I don't know who Fletcher is so you'll have to settle for being tied to little me!" She laughed as she grabbed Charley's hand and pulled her along with a surprising strength given to her by her eagerness to do something fun. Rows of people were already getting tied up, she saw another girl even smaller than her being tied to a man twice her height that she could only assume was her father by their similar look. "They're going to fall over I'll bet." She pointed at the mismatched pair to Charley's mirth.

"Alright, last spot on the end gells" said one of the farmers as he bent down and hitched a rope just below Maggie's hemline and then around Charley's calf binding the friends together. Maggie looked over and caught the eyes of the little girl with her father who looked right back at her as if issuing a challenge. Margaret pointed at her own eyes and then back at the girl before giggling at the playful threat. The other child giggled back too before clamping hard onto her father's towering leg. So that was her game, he would let him carry her to victory.

"Think we can win?"

They would find out soon enough.

"On yur marks, get set, gurrrr!"