The moment her tires hit the mulch line, the sensor blinked. A split second later, the sprinklers hissed to life. Cold water arced through the air, catching her square in the chest. She let out a sharp gasp and pedaled faster, twisting her body away from the spray. Her tires skidded slightly—but she stayed up.
She didn’t fall. She didn’t crash. She just kept going, now drenched and sputtering, glancing back over her shoulder like she’d been attacked by a ghost. Clarence, standing behind the curtains, sipped his tea. Taffy let out a small wag of approval.