 Beard stifled a laugh and grabbed the jug. Let me smell her. Maybe I can figure out what these baby boys want. He pulled out the cork and sniffed. The jug exhaled its pungent vinegar breath. He stroked his beard in mock confusion and replied, Nope, nothing like that here. The boys were almost in tears. Cecil tried to speak too, but his six-year-old voice couldn't be heard over the chuckles of the two bullies.