It turned out that Max had found a lot of tiny presents yesterday. Many, many of them. The main ones being about ten miniature baseball player figures, each one about half as tall as one of Max's fingers. He was now playing with them on the bar.

"Aren't there only nine players on a team?" Tiny asked.

Max held up the tenth player. "This guy's not a real player, he's just stalking them," he explained. "See how he's got a uniform and everything? You have to admire that kind of dedication, Tiny."

Tiny announced that he had to sweep the back room, and departed.