The Stolen Stagecoach

Part VII

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" said the museum owner, Ms. Ravine, to the crowd. She stood in the centre of the lobby, chairs and sitting people enveloped his small open area.

"Today we worked hard to finish the exhibits and get food. We didn't think we'd pull through with all the work to do." She wiped her forehead. "Our brownie and baked goods supplier burned his sweets; it was a hassle to get it all back in time." The audience laughed.

Euphemia noticed Carter a few seats above her with his head down.

"But the best thing of the day got here on time and grander than expected. With the help of a very talented artist and teenager, we were able to restore an old favourite at this museum. Erm, please come up Miss Jaclyn White."

"The audience roared and Jaclyn went to the centre of the lobby. She took the microphone from the director and fixed her hair.

"Stop looking at me." She pointed at the door. "The real star of the show is outside."

People began to flood outside, except for the janitor, Euphemia, and Misa.

"What." Euphemia said blankly. "You said the stagecoach was stolen."

"I thought," Misa said, Jaclyn now looking confused.

"I have no idea what's going on, but I'm going to go outside."

The two followed.

The stagecoach looked fully restored and had two fake horses "pulling" it. The colours were vibrant instead of dull and faded.

"Ooh, this is cool!" said Misa. "Can I go inside the thing?" she asked.

"Probably no-" Misa was already off.

Euphemia felt like jello. "I just wasted two days of my life on a misunderstanding created by a 10 year old."

Jaclyn threw her arm around Euphemia and stared at the stagecoach and her surroundings. The crisp air, the voices of excited kids, it was calming despite the chaos. "Musta been fun!" She laughed. "Let's go get brownies."