Deb figured if he had to clean out Hilde's stall one more time, he'd bust. He wished he knew the hex for making all that manure disappear. Grandpa said the German folk down in Pennsylvania knew how to do it. But Grandpa could barely recollect the cure for the wanderlust, let alone the more useful hexes. "Well, maybe I'll just work it out on my own," Deb told himself. A young boy goes on the journey of a lifetime . . . or many lifetimes Deb has a bad...