**Manure Mishaps at the Ranch**

Absolutely, let's continue the story of Lilith and Millie at the ranch. Last time, Millie had just returned to the ranch, having sensed that Lilith’s visits were more about spying than genuine concern. Here's how Millie schemes to get rid of the unwanted guest: --- Millie stepped off the dusty country road and onto the familiar path leading to her ranch, her boots clinking against the gravel. Her mind was already racing with plans. That queen, Lilith, had to go. Not just for a visit, but permanently. Her days of prancing about the ranch, poking her nose into things that weren’t her business, were numbered. As she approached the barn, Millie slowed her pace, taking in her surroundings. A mischievous smile crept across her lips. Her plan would need to start subtly, with a few well-placed “accidents.” Inside the barn, she spied the large manure pile she’d been meaning to spread on the fields. Nodding to herself, Millie moved to where the stable hands kept the shovels and got to work. She spread thin trails across the paths she knew Lilith liked to take, small enough to be stepped on without notice but large enough to create a mess. Later that day when Lilith arrived for her daily "inspection," Millie hid behind the hay bales, watching closely. Sure enough, as Lilith strutted down the path, her pristine boots sank into the hidden manure. The look of disgust on her face was priceless, but Millie managed to stifle her laughter. That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, Millie increased the frequency of the manure traps. A bucket here, a fresh pile there, all placed in the most unexpected spots. Lilith stepped in manure so many times that she began to watch her every step, her frustration growing more evident with each misstep. But Millie knew these petty tricks would only get her so far. She needed a plan to send Lilith packing for good. It wasn’t enough to humiliate her; she had to make ranch life completely unbearable. In the quiet of her small ranch house, Millie hatched her final scheme. She would play on Lilith’s fear of the unknown. Everyone at the ranch knew that Lilith had a superstitious streak and a dread of anything she couldn’t explain. So Millie concocted a series of "hauntings" designed to gradually wear down Lilith’s nerves. First, Millie would create eerie noises at night. She rigged up some old wind chimes that she could jangle from a distance, and she set them up near Lilith's quarters. Next, she sketched out strange symbols in places Lilith would easily find but couldn’t explain. Finally, Millie convinced some of the ranch hands to spread rumors about a ghost haunting the very paths Lilith favored. The first night of strange occurrences brought exactly the reaction Millie had hoped for. Lilith was pale and shaken at breakfast, looking over her shoulder every few minutes. The symbols and whispers of a ghostly presence only served to deepen her unease. By the time Lilith had stepped into yet another well-placed manure pile that afternoon, she was thoroughly rattled. The manure was the least of her concerns now; her eyes darted around as if expecting a specter to appear at any moment. It didn’t take long for Lilith to make up her mind. By the end of the week, Lilith was packed and ready to leave, citing urgent business back at her estate. Millie watched from the porch, waving her off with feigned sadness. As the car disappeared down the dusty road, Millie let out a hearty laugh. The ranch was hers again, free from prying eyes and unwelcome visitors. She had won, not just with manure but with a well-executed plan that left Lilith too frightened to return. And with a satisfied smile, Millie got back to the peace and simplicity of ranch life, knowing she’d protected her home once and for all.