“What circle?” Handy asked, placing a foot on the line of the circle, its chalk cover destroyed in the flurry of hooves that had crisscrossed it that night, a lot of it washed away when Hide Bound’s brother pulled the pumpkin juice prank. There were more than a few places where the circle was broken completely. The ponies squirmed. “Oh I am going to feast well tonight. Eenie, meenie, minee…” His finger danced from pony to pony before finally landing on Seashells. “Mo.”