Sleepover Girls on Horseback

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“If we were on one of those dumb TV programmes, we’d rebuild the stables ourselves!” she sighed. “But I can’t see us being much good at that.”

“It’s a pity they don’t have a Stable Building badge in Brownies. We could have done it for that!” laughed Kenny. She jumped on Frankie’s back and pretended to ride her round the playground.

“No horseplay, girls! Someone will get hurt!” shouted out Mrs Daniels.

Frankie had a fit of the giggles. “Horseplay!” she screamed. “Horseplay!”

She was laughing so much that Kenny couldn’t hold on and fell to the ground. But she was laughing too, so it didn’t matter.

“I bet Danny-Boy didn’t even say it on purpose,” Kenny snorted. “She’s had a sense of humour bypass that woman!”

“We don’t have to actually build the stables, do we?” said Fliss, suddenly concerned.

“What?” asked the rest of us together.

“Talk about a sense of humour bypass, Fliss – were you operated on too?” asked Kenny.

“No, stupid!” said Fliss going pink. “What I meant was, it’s not building the stables that’s the problem, is it? You said that Mrs McAllister doesn’t have any money. So really we should try to find her someone who has.”

“Right, Fliss. I’ll just write to the Queen shall I?” said Kenny. “Dear Queenie, the stables where our friends ride have been burnt down. Please send us lots of money so that we can build some more. Lots of love, the Sleepover Club. That should do the trick, shouldn’t it? Ten pound notes will be falling through the letter box in no time!”

“Ha, ha, ha!” said Fliss, going pinker than ever. “That’s not what I meant, but there must be someone who can help.”

“Fliss is right,” said Frankie. “Why don’t we think of ways to raise money?”

“But we’d never raise enough!” said Fliss.

“That’s not the point,” said Frankie firmly. “Every little helps. I’m sure there are lots of people who don’t know that the stables have burnt down. If we can ‘raise people’s awareness’, as Mum says, maybe they’ll make a donation and Mrs McAllister will get enough money to rebuild her stables.”

Suddenly I felt cheerful again. It really seemed as though we could make a difference. And more importantly, it looked as though Alfie, Bramble and Marvel wouldn’t have to be sold to someone else.

“I’m going to the farm after school tomorrow,” I told the others. “I’ll tell Mrs McAllister that we’re going to help. I’m sure she’ll be pleased.”

“We’ll all come with you, Lyndz,” said Frankie. “If the Sleepover Club are going to the rescue, we really should find out what we’re rescuing!”

“Yeah!” shouted Kenny and Rosie, doing high fives.

“Are you coming too?” I asked Fliss. She was being very quiet and I knew she wasn’t wild about horses. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Of course I am!” she said crossly. “You’re not leaving me out!”

So we arranged to meet at Mr Brocklehurst’s farm after school the next day. It seemed like such a good idea at the time. We should have realised then that Fliss and horses really don’t mix!

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I was really excited about going to Mr Brocklehurst’s farm the next day, but I was kind of nervous too. I hadn’t seen the horses since the fire you see. What if they’d changed? What if they were really spooked by what had happened and wouldn’t let anyone near them?

“Are you sure the horses are all right?” I asked Stuart, as Dad drove us to the farm.

“For the hundredth time, Lyndz, they’re fine,” Stuart replied.

That made me feel a bit better, but butterflies were still flapping about inside my tummy. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s just because I love those horses more than anything else in the world and I was worried that they’d be feeling frightened because their routine had changed. Horses are creatures of habit you see.

When we arrived at the farm, I said bye to Dad and jumped out to open the gate. The first thing I saw was Alfie in the field. He was munching grass as usual and didn’t look worried at all.

“Happy now?” asked Stuart.

“Yep!” I nodded.

“Oh look, isn’t that one of your mad friends?” Stuart pointed to the lane leading to the practice ring. Rosie was standing there, waving at me like a crazy woman. I started walking towards her. Suddenly, thud! Kenny leapt on to my back.

“Hiya, Lyndz! Have I missed anything? I would’ve got here earlier, but my stupid sister wanted to come too. I had to bribe her to stay away. She took all my chocolate and made me promise to help with the washing up for a week!” Kenny was all out of breath and red in the face. And so was I, with such a great lump on top of me!

“Gerroff!” I yelled and threw her off.

“Girls! That’s not very lady-like behaviour!” said a loud voice behind us. It sounded just like Mrs Poole, our headmistress. I turned round in a panic, but it was only Frankie. She’s dead good at voices.

“What are you doing? I thought we were supposed to be asking Mrs McAllister how we could help,” said Frankie. She can be too serious sometimes. She’d probably chill out a bit more if she had brothers and sisters to deal with. I’m always telling her that she can have my brothers any time!

“I don’t think she’d like us disturbing her now. She’s taking a ride with Adam and his friends,” said Rosie.

We had walked back down the path and were standing by the field, looking at Alfie.

“All that stuff in the ring is so boring!” said Kenny. “You see Alfie? I bet I could make him jump over that fence – no problem!”

“Oh yeah!” Frankie and Rosie said, laughing.

I don’t trust Kenny sometimes. She has a wild streak in her and you just don’t know what she’s going to do next. I could tell that she was in Grand National mode and I had to get her away from Alfie – fast! Fortunately, just then Stuart walked past, wearing his big wellies and smelling of pigs.

“You’re not frightening the horses are you?” he shouted.

“Ha, ha, ha!” we said together.

“Actually,” he said, coming over to us, “what exactly are you doing here? You’re not planning anything are you, Lyndz? I have to work here, remember. I don’t want you causing any trouble.”

“As if!” I said. He snorted and walked off.

We climbed on to the fence and sat looking at Alfie as he munched away at the grass.

“Did you know that horses graze between sixteen and twenty hours a day?” I asked.

“That sounds nice. I could manage that myself!” laughed Kenny.