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Saffron could hardly stop herself laughing as she listened to the bird - he sounded positively pompous. He could never stand still for long and hopped about manically while talking, turning his little head from side to side and darting at the occasional tasty morsel. Despite its being such a serious business it was a real blast just being with him.
‘Don’t worry, Mobo, I’m not going to despair. We’ve got lots of things going on, and lots of people helping.' She told him about the petition and the Dance for Green Mountain. ‘I can’t spend long here today, I’m meeting my friends at Rivers Plaza - we’re trying to get lots and lots of names for the petitions.’ She let Magic go, waved goodbye to the bird and went on her way.
The friends met at the Doughnut Queen, a shop in Rivers Plaza. Saffron arrived hot and breathless, with a heavy backpack and rolls of paper under her arm.
‘You’re a bit late,’ spluttered Ashley as she tried to stuff a green and purple iced frog into her mouth.
‘Say it, don’t spray it,’ bitched Abigail as she wiped some of Ashley’s dinner off her sleeve.
‘Sorry guys, I had to feed my horse first,’ apologised Saffron.
‘Don’t horses eat grass?’ said Ashley, a suggestion of boredom in her voice.
‘Yes, but its only just growing, it’s been a hard winter. Let’s go and see the manager and see what he’s organised.’ Abigail had only agreed to come at the last moment - she and Ashley were not exactly the best of friends and the tension was evident.