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Crispin was extremely confused and angry, and he was sure to let it show. "I told you that I was just gettin' a drink'a water! I didn't steal a necklace- or, or anything! Hey! Nooooo!" Crispin was shoved into the back of Fredigar's wagon; he snarled at the smirking Adelard standing off to the side a ways.
"Now, stay in there... thief," He closed the wagon door flap and Crispin was sitting in a dull darkness, a look of both innocence and hatred on his tanning face.
He pulled a new piece of hay from his shirt pocket, munching and chewing on it in contemplation- of a way to get out and prove himself innocent. That stupid Headstrong wouldn' even let Papa talk. I bet he knows that Papa knows I'm innocent! He huffed and slammed his fist down on a bag of salt, making small white grains fall over his legs. He would make sure everyone knew that he wasn't the one that stole all of the items... but how? There was no evidence- for or against him.
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