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‘How about you let me get cleaned up first,’ said Tom. ‘I’ve got to get rid of this grease and I feel totally putrid, it’s all very well camping out, but ...’
‘Yes, that’s a good idea.’ Angie sniffed meaningfully, ‘but please don’t use the white towels this time!’
When her father had gone, Saffron reached up and stroked her mother’s cheek, tracing the path of a long, grease-grey smear. ‘Perhaps you’d better go and look in the mirror too, Ange,’ she commented. Then she skipped into her bedroom to get better acquainted with her new mobile-phone.
The next day, she got up early and put on her only pair of jodhpurs and a red polo-shirt. The sun was only just up when she left the house. She caught her pony and began to groom her thoroughly. While she was struggling to brush all the mud from Magic’s coat, Mobo came and perched on the horse’s wither.
‘Hello - a good morning to you, my friend!’
‘Hi Mobo, I haven’t had a real chance to talk with you for ages, but if I don’t hurry now, Magic and I’ll be running late for our first day at Pony Club.’
‘What is this - Pony Club?’
‘Oh, it’s over at Thornhill - just a place where lots of kids and their horses get together - have lessons, play games, do jumping and stuff. To tell you the truth, I don’t know quite what goes on! Could you move please? I’ve got to saddle her now.’ The bird moved to a new perch, right between the two furry, black ears.