Grills puckered his lips. He pulled the colt close and petted his head. "She's not leaking. Sugar is spitting all the bad things in her belly on the ground."

Sugar kept on puking. she stopped for a second whimper. Then the endless steam of stuff came out. Grass. A bone. A still living ladybug. Peas. Sut up pieces of veggie dogs.

"Sugar. Honey. Do you even chew?"