"Oh! Wait! Woody!" Pomona stooped down to scoop up Woody's dropped basket, while Minty chased toward them. Minty explained haltingly as they moved what had been happening.
"We gotta stop him!" she said. "He's heading toward the snack stand! If you guys go long around, we can probably cut him off and make him give back that basket!" Pomona noded, and started going the long way around. She curved around toward the big brick stand--
--and suddenly got a shock in the arm.
It wasn't bad--she'd touched worse doorknobs--but it stunned her and made her fall back. Jeremiah was standing at her side, looking angrier than she'd ever seen him. His face was red beneath his golden curls.
"Miah! What's wrong?" she asked.
"Why are you chasing that scared kid!" He didn't ask; he shouted.
"He has two baskets! He stole one, and he's breaking the rules!" she said breathlessly.
Jeremiah pondered this for a second, until he looked into her hands. She had a tight hold on both her own and the basket she'd grabbed for Woody.
"B-b-but--so do you!"