Don't Bet with Shamus McGinty

After the pig was found in place of Enzo's body,

Annie thought she knew who was to blame.

"Who else would dig someone up to get his money?

Someone greedy. Shamus McGinty's his name!"

She confronted Shamus in the street.

"You're the one who took the body!"

Shamus stared at her. "Excuse me?

Ya might want to check yer facts, missy.

I'm a forger, not a robber of graves.

Ask Brody - or did ya drive him away?"

Annie stuck her nose in the air.

"Brody and I are still together, for all that you care.

I wager that Brody would be suspicious, too.

I think the person who took the body was you."

"Ya'll wager, eh? What's yer terms, lass?"

"You know about the teaberry gold? Well, you get half.

No, not half. I'll give you a third.

And...to make this more absurd...

I'll write a poem in your honor (or lack of it)."

Shamus laughed. "Oh, yer on, little miss!"

They were about to shake hands when Annie paused.

"Wait. If I'm right, you've got to do something."

Shamus smirked and pulled her close.

"Ya let me worry about that.

I don't make bets unless I know that I can win."

"Oh, you're good at bluffing, but not good enough."

"But, sweet Annie, I don't need to bluff."

Annie finally realized she made a mistake.

A way out of the deal she tried to make.

"Ooh! We didn't shake hands! The deal isn't complete!"

"Nice try...a deal's a deal...unless ya want to owe me?"

Annie pouted, but owing Shamus wasn't smart.

She accepted the deal with a sinking feeling in her heart

She stuck out her tongue behind Shamus's back,

and then she felt better after that.