Halt was riding back to the cabin. It was raining. He was very tired and weary. His stomach growled. He hoped Will had made dinner. He heard Tug whinny a greeting to Abelard and knew that they were home. He unsaddled Abelard, brushed him down, and gave him an apple of thanks. Abelard whinnied and Tug looked up at him with large, sad eyes. "You might be able to fool your master, but you can't fool me!" Halt smiled and went inside while Tug glared daggers at his back.
He opened the door to find the strangest sight he ever saw. Will had flowers in his air and was dancing around the room singing some thing about springtime. Halt raised an eyebrow and coughed. Will spotted him. "Halt!" he squealed. He bounded toward him and gave him a bear hug.
What was wrong with Will? Halt wondered. Then, he heard a unusual sound. He went to the kitchen to find Will with his coffee beans, pouring them all onto the floor. He stopped in his tracks. Will was giggling. Halt saw the precious beans. Spilled. Onto the floor. Halt narrowed his eyes and grabbed Will by the collar and dragged him to a chair. He got rope, and tied and gagged Will to the chair.
Halt smiled. No one messed with his coffee. No one. He then settled in his chair by the fire to read some documents. The warmth of the fire and the tired feeling was too much. After seven minutes, his eyes were drooping and he dozed off.
He awoke to more singing. Will was singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider and lying on the floor. How'd he get out? He saw Will's saxe knife on the ground. He cursed. He should have took all his weapons first!
Will was now eating a cookie. Realization dawned on Halt. Will had eaten so many cookies he got a sugar rush! Halt crept to the cookie jar. He was planning on hiding in his room for the rest of the night, but first he needed food. He looked back at Will, preoccupied with looking for cookie crumbs.
He grabbed the jar and ran. Unfortunately, Will saw him and raced after him. His room was so close, yet so far away. Will was gaining on him. He reached for the door knob , darted inside, and slammed the door. Will screamed in frustration. Halt breathed a sigh of relief and opened the jar. A cookie. That was all that was left. That was it. One stinking cookie. He was not going to survive on a cookie for the whole night. He could practically hear his stomach begging for food.
He decided he needed help. And he knew just who to go to.