Millie? Willie? Bobbie? Mabel honestly couldn't remember for the life of her, not that she truly cared either. The beast really shouldn't have eaten her coat. "No" she said without hesitation before realising that probably wasn't as true as she wished it to be. "It's my Grandfathers."

She couldn't help the amused smile as the women grabbed hold of Freddie's horns. Mabel moved between the beast and the stall, pulling the rope of her shoulders to tie around its neck.