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It made her realise how much she had missed the company of other riders. At the big-city riding school, there had always been someone to compete or play games with. When Mitch mentioned Pony Club she made serious enquiries.
'There's a rally day on soon - next Sunday,' he said. She made up her mind that nothing would stop her going.
She saw Mobo twice
in the next week, but only for long enough
to exchange greetings. ‘Sorry, sorry - Ronnie
my friend - must feed chicks!’ was all he had time to say. She couldn’t
even tell him how great his photography was.
It’s funny, she thought, but I’ve never noticed how hard birds work when they’ve got families to feed. I suppose my parents are ... sort of the same when it comes down to it. I wonder what Tom’s doing now?
They didn’t hear from him at all during the next, long, boring week. The children made their mother furious as, day after day, they tried to guess where Tom was.
‘He’s so unreliable. Never has had a good relationship with telephones, in fact, he’s totally off with the fairies,’ snapped Angie, angrily.
On Saturday, however, she was the first one to hear the motorbike.