“Truffle,” Marcy said to the judge.
The judge kneeled down and dug through the box, unearthing the plastic tube. “Truffle!” he shouted, arm pointing straight up.
The bleacher of spectators cheered, which startled you momentarily. Never in your life had such a noise been directed at you.
You shook it oﬀ and returned to the line of boxes. No. No. That one!
“Truﬄe,” Marcy said.
The judge checked. “Truﬄe!” Boom, two hits, less than a minute, no errors. As you trotted oﬀ the arena dirt, a murmur rolled through the crowd.
Marcy gives you a wide-eyed stare.