It’s the day before the fair, and phase two of the sting operation began. Sarah’s departure wasn’t a sudden emergency—it was the plan all along. As Sarah packed Buster into the back of her SUV, she leaned out the window, giggling. “Good luck, Mom. Give ’em hell.” She knew exactly what kind of chaotic storm her mother was about to unleash. Later that afternoon, Mary headed down to the local grocery store to pick up her baking flour. Right on cue, she “bumps” into Arthur in the baking aisle. He was looking stressed, pale, and sleep-deprived from three nights of failing to steal her fruit.
Arthur tried to play it cool, asking how she’s doing. Mary sighed heavily, putting on a masterclass in acting. “Oh, I’m alright, Arthur. Just a bit lonely. My daughter Sarah had come over to visit, but they packed up and left early this morning. The house feels so empty and quiet now.” She walked away, hiding a smirk. Behind her, Arthur’s eyes lit up with sudden, desperate joy. The dog was gone. The orchard was completely defenseless. He had less than twelve hours until the fair, and he was about to take the bait hook, line, and sinker.