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On that knoll was Saffron’s secret hideaway, where she went when she wanted to be alone. That was where she was headed now.
It was still too early in the afternoon for the other horse owners who came to ride after work. Saffron’s parents didn’t like her to ride when there was no one else around in case she was injured and needed help.
She left her backpack at the saddle-shed and toiled up the steep hillside into the shade under the trees. There was a hollow in the centre of the knoll, filled with teatree, ferns and exotic coloured fungus. Her father said that the strange, little hill was the remains of an extinct volcano.
She lay stretched out in the cool shade watching Magic and her herd grazing in the distance under the watchful silence of the Green Mountain forest.
‘Brring - Brring!, Brring - Brring!, Brring - Brring!’
Saffron was awakened from her half doze by the sound of a telephone. I must be dreaming, she thought.
‘Brring - Brring !, Brring - Brring !, Brrrriiing !’
There it was again, and suddenly the noise switched from classic telephone to the looniest call tunes to be heard on any mobile phone, from Beethoven to Crazy Frog to a medley of all the Pop Hits.
‘Who’s there?’ Saffron called. ‘Who’s there? Please talk to me, I’m getting frightened.'
‘Hello, don’t worry,’ said a metallic sounding voice straight above her head.


































































































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