Handy let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding and quietly snuck back upstairs. He had to admit, the back window was a touch of an oversight. He was going to have to rectify that when the foal left. He didn’t know what was up with the bucket and, frankly, it was not his concern unless it was a bucket of pitch and they were planning on burning one of the kids… or the house for that matter. Otherwise, he couldn’t give a shit.