ENDING B (CHAOS):

The elderly mare is faster than she looks and snaps it up from where it lands. Once more she drives the cephalopod back into the ocean, using the amulet like she’s been using it for years… which she probably has.

Panting for breath, she leans against Daring Do. “I’m getting too old for this.”

“This happens often?”

“Every few weeks. I’m tired of it. Here, take this back to your museum. I never want to see it again.”

Daring nods and drops the amulet into her saddlebags. “It’ll be in good hooves.”