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Well, each to their own, thought Saffron, birds of a feather flock together!
She didn’t see her bird again until the next Saturday. Saffron got out to the paddock early, caught Magic and practised some jumping and sporting.
‘We’ll try to be even better by next rally-day,’ she whispered in her pony’s ear.
She had brought her new, fully charged, mobile with her. It would be annoying to have Magic shuffling about while she and Mobo investigated the phone, so she gave the pony some carrots and apples, then let her go.
Saffron clambered to the top of Rocky Knoll, Mobo was nowhere in sight, so she sat
in her favourite ferny hollow
and played games
On her new mobile.