Chapter 823

"I know I can pull it. But how do I do that?" Ryan looked frustrated. "Make a piece of wooden board and place it on the ground. Then, put the bathtub on it and have the horse pull it from the front. The rest of us can push it from the back. That should work, right?" Freya explained. Ryan finally understood what she meant and gleefully rubbed his hands together. "You really are smart, Freya! That's a great idea! Come here and give me a hug!" He moved toward her, arms open for a hug. But she walked past him without saying a word. Ryan's hands hung in the air as Freya ignored him for the second time that day. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He walked back to the bathtub and reflected on his actions. Looking at it, he remembered his sculpture, and everything clicked. "Oh, she's angry at me for making her sculpture look too voluptuous. It looks like Amy was right. Freya really is angry at me this time." Freya was kind, and Ryan felt terrible for upsetting her. He slapped himsel