"Hi, Olive," William Barfée said as Olive answered the phone.
Olive recognized the congested voice on the other end immediately. "Hey, Barf. What's up?"
"Not much. Except for that I kind of…broke my ankle."
Olive was speechless for a minute, then burst out laughing. "You broke your ankle?"
"What is it?" William demanded. "What is so funny about me breaking my ankle?"
"Does this mean what I think it means?" Olive asked in between laughs.
William rolled his eyes. "I don't know. What do you think this means?"
"No more Magic Foot?" She was still giggling.
"Yes, Olive. No more Magic Foot. I'm glad to hear you're so sad about my injury."
Olive cracked up again. "I'm sorry…it's just…no more Magic Foot!"
William hung up on her.