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Poppy wanted to shout, to tell her she knew exactly what Misty’s mane felt like, because she knew him way better than Izzy did. She knew how soft his curved ears were and how velvety his pink muzzle was. But instead she just nodded glumly. Part of her felt a bit bad for Henry. It wasn’t his fault he had such a bristly mane and she knew she ought to stick up for him. But she’d been so looking forward to grooming her dream grey pony, and now Izzy had made her feel like a total beginner as well. Of course Poppy knew about grooming kits. She knew exactly which brush was used for what – she always scored top marks in the pony-magazine quizzes. She bit her lip, annoyed at herself.
“So, how long have you been riding?” Izzy asked. Poppy shuffled her feet. She’d been dreading this question. She’d loved ponies all her life, she’d read every single book the local library had to offer, and treasured every copy of Pony magazine,
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