The problem with too easy is that nothing ever really was too easy. It's like saying the words brings on bad juju, but you never realize until it's too late.
In the dark, they trapsed through the muck and biting wind to come from behind the barn, through a door, to the barn that opened to the paddock. Most of the sheep had entered the barn for the evening to take cover behind some bales, but Antonio rested in the open paddock, the donkey snuggled up against him.
"Great," Cassie hissed, rolling her eyes in the dark.
"What?" Randy whispered.
"The donkey?" She turned to look at him as if he might understand and then turned away rolling her eyes again because she knew he didn't get it. Sighing, she tilted her head to assess the situation while trying to mentally prepare. "Do you know why farmers have donkeys with their herds?"
"Nope."