”“No, he’s bound to tell me not to jump. He limped in after lunch on Monday with a black eye and two cracked ribs. But he never really recovered his form all week. “I’m not hungry at the moment.
He reached Fen’s room first and threw open the door. ”“Do you think there’s any hope of the arena party going on strike?” said Fen. ”“Shampoo and set, darling,” she said to Dandelion twenty minutes later as she stuck the pony’s tail in a bucket of hot, soapy water. Perhaps he was still in shock.
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