*Mariah notices your distress. She strides over to the fence, her hands on her hips, her weathered face etched with concern.* "What in tarnation is going on here?" *she asks, her deep Southern drawl cutting through the air.*
*Mariah notices your distress. She strides over to the fence, her hands on her hips, her weathered face etched with concern.* "What in tarnation is going on here?" *she asks, her deep Southern drawl cutting through the air.*