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replied.
    Mary and Jody waited expectantly for Annie to continue, but one thing they knew about her was that getting her to speak was
     like “pulling hen’s teeth,” as Willie would say. So Jody took over the questioning, knowing that Annie’s natural tendency
     to keep things to herself would drive Mary crazy.
    “So, Annie, what were they doing out here last night?” Jody asked sweetly.
    “Well, they unloaded the fence, and they set up the tent,” she said. “Oh, and the food trailer.”
    “Uh-huh,” Jody said, “so they must have been working pretty late, huh?”
    “Yep,” Annie nodded.
    “Annie, did you talk to any of them?” Mary asked, suddenly fearful that Annie had gotten the upper hand.
    “Nope.”
    “OK, then,” Mary said, after waiting for Annie to continue, to no avail. “Well, Annie, we have to go find Willie now.”
    “OK, see ya,” Annie replied. Then she turned and was gone.
    Mary and Jody watched for another minute as the bulldozer dug its teeth into the stubble of the wheat field, exposing the
     dark, rich soil underneath. Then they turned to go back to the farmhouse to find Willie and meet the “movie people.”

4
    The Farm Transformed
    MARY AND JODY saw Finnegan before they saw Willie. The friendly dog was in his glory, mingling with the movie people, wagging
     his tail, offering his paw, and licking one face after another as they leaned down to pet him and give him treats from the
     food table.
    “Look at Finney,” Mary laughed. “He’s trying out for a part in the movie.”
    “Hey, there’s Willie, too,” Mary said, pointing at a group of men talking on the stoop of the farmhouse. “Do you think it’s
     OK to go over there now, Mare?”
    “Of course it is, Jody. Willie said he would introduce us, and it’s about time, too,” Mary said confidently. “After all, we are going to be in the movie and everything.”
    Jody sighed, hoping Mary wasn’t already getting “too big for her britches,” as Willie would say. Before she could reply, Mary
     was striding across the grass toward the group of men, and Jody had no choice but to follow.
    “Hi, Willie!” Mary called, waving as she approached the group. “We’re here!”
    The men in the group looked up as one and grinned at the sight of the two girls, while Willie began pulling on his earlobe
     and scratching the side of his head. Then Mary spotted another familiar face in the crowd.
    “Mr. Crowley!” she shouted. “It’s me, Mary! Remember when we met on the day you came out to look at the farm?”
    “Well, of course I remember you, Mary,” Mr. Crowley said, shaking Mary’s hand. “It’s good to see you again. And I believe
     this is your friend…”
    “Jody. That’s Jody. We keep our ponies—Star, Lady, and Gypsy—here on the farm. They’re really good ponies, and they’re all
     ready to be in the movie. If you need them, that is. And I remember you said you might need some girls to ride in the movie,
     too, and we would really like to help you out with that, too, and…”
    “Mary, Mary,” Willie interrupted. “Slow down. Mr. Crowley was in the middle of a conversation here.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” Mary said, clapping her hand over her mouth.
    “That’s quite all right, Mary. We were just going over some of the details of the film. And, yes, I believe we do need some
     girls to ride in a couple of scenes, and we might need your ponies, too. So thank you for offering your assistance.”
    Mary grinned, and Jody could see it was all she could do to refrain fromclapping and jumping up and down.
    Willie shook his head and glanced apologetically at the other men in the group, who were still smiling at Mary and Jody.
    “Well, I told these girls I would introduce them, since they’ll be buggin’ me to death otherwise,” Willie said. “So, Mary
     and Jody, this is Mr. Gordon. He’s the director of the picture.”
    “Pleased to meet you,” said Mr. Gordon, nodding cordially.
    “And this is