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The pony didn’t even twitch.
‘Magic’s used to you now, she doesn’t give a damn where you sit! What happened was ... I met this great guy called Mitch. He’s got a horse; well ... quite a few, actually, and he told me about Pony Club.’
‘Would that be, Ronnie, the tall youth, with hair red as flame, with whom you have ridden - across the mountain - bathed in the river?’
‘You are a spy Mobo! I was looking out for you all that day. I didn’t see you once! Excuse me, I’ve got to put her bridle on now.’ The bird hopped along to sit on the pony’s croup instead. Magic was wearing her best, leather bridle, the one with the nose-band, instead of the old, plastic ring-head she usually wore.
Saffron continued to talk. ‘I haven’t even told you how amazed I was by your film, getting it to the police - and the T.V. station ... Everyone was just completely blown away by it. You really are clever. Birdbrain has a new meaning now!’
She reached over to him and with one finger, she very gently stroked from the side of Mobo's head, across his tiny, perfect wing and up the strong, light feathers of his perky little tail.