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Poppy didn’t actually know what the pony was called, but Silver Shadow suited him perfectly and he came when she called that name. He was the most beautiful grey pony. In fact he was almost pure white but Poppy knew that you never called a white pony white. It was always grey.
They had come across each other by chance. Poppy had taken the long way home one sunny evening and – like something out of a dream – there he was, peering over the fence, his ears pricked. It was as if he had been waiting for her. Now she always took that way home. She’d think about him all day at school, doodling pictures of him across her workbook, writing poems about him in her lunch break, planning to ride him for the first time just like the girl in The Manual of Horsemanship.
They shared a special bond. Sometimes Poppy stroked him and chatted about her day, and
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