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‘Six beautiful,
shiny, blue speckled
eggs,’ he answered with
a distinct smirk in his voice. ‘Now Ronnie, I have been using
number worms - directory assistance - listening in to calls - practising transmission control. Would you care to make some calls?’
‘Yes please,’ she said, delving into her pocket for her address book. So she stood there in the wilderness
of Rocky Knoll talking to her city friends through a little
brown bird perched on her shoulder, while dressed in her school uniform and holding her pony.
‘I won’t tell you where I am, but someone's lending me the cutest, little mobile phone,’ she told each friend as she suppressed an insane desire to burst out laughing. She signalled for Mobo to cut the last connection and collapsed with hysteria.
He flew back to his branch and sat with his head to one side observing her convulsions. ‘Be careful Ronnie, that Magic Fourleg does not tread on you down there. A strange manner you have of expressing mirth. You sound just like the Kookaburra.’
The pony had no desire to tread on Saffron, she was used to her owner doing crazy things. All she wanted was more of the long, fresh grass.