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we had to find new homes for the ponies, not when people needed somewhere to live themselves.
    â€œI don’t know who can stop it,” I said, my mind whirling.
    â€œWell, it seems to me that’s what you need to find out,” said Drummer, dropping his head again to pull at the grass. “Because,” he continued, munching, “if you can get the building stopped, we can all stay and you can put your efforts into solving the most important problem, which you seem to have forgotten.”
    â€œBut I don’t know who can stop it!” I repeated, confused by Drummer’s warped sense of priorities. “And I haven’t forgotten the other problem!”
    â€œWell then, you need to take matters into your own hands and get it stopped yourself, don’t you? And get a move on!”

“So now we have to come up with two plans!” announced Katy as we all mounted up in the stables the next day.
    â€œWe haven’t even come up with one yet,” Cat pointed out, tightening Bambi’s girth from the saddle. Bambi snaked her head to and fro and snapped her teeth in protest. Cat’s skewbald mare loved drama.
    â€œDon’t remind us!” Bean groaned, ignoring Tiffany’s side step past a perfectly innocent-looking broom.
    â€œLet’s go for a blast up the Sloping Field,” James suggested, urging his chestnut mare Moth into a brisk walk toward the bridle path. As usual, an Indian blanket replaced a conventional saddle blanket under Moth’s saddle and she lifted her white legs up high, her chin on her chest as James sat astride her in his ripped jeans, his stirrups too long. We all followed—all except Dee. She was hardly ever allowed to come riding with us in the summer due to Sophie’s conviction that Dolly would pick up bad manners from our out-of-control ponies. She had a point.
    I still couldn’t get used to riding with Cat. When I first came to Laurel Farm, Cat had been my archenemy, but since we’d all practiced and performed an activity ride at Christmas, things had been better between us—especially now I knew the big secret that had upset Cat so much and had made her behave so badly toward me. And now that I knew, I could totally understand why it had made her go a bit, well, “crazy” is the only way I can describe it really, whenever it had come up. Now that Cat knew of my determination to help her, she’d softened toward me. It sounds very simple when I say it all like that, but it’s really complicated.
    For a start, even though I realize why Cat was horrible to me, I can’t quite forgive her. I’m just relieved she isn’t calling me Mia or Tia anymore and being all snobby toward me. And there’s the little matter of her having gone out with James. I can’t quite get my head around that one. Not totally, even if James did have a perfectly good reason for asking her out. Drummer has never let me forget how annoyed I was about that.
    Drummer, as usual, hurried along to be next to Bambi. Bambi was the reason we needed to come up with a plan because in July, Bambi was due to move out of Laurel Farm and into a single stable and paddock waiting for her at Cat’s aunt’s place. Because Cat’s Aunt Pam is Bambi’s real owner (that had been the big secret—I had always thought she belonged to Cat), and Cat had Bambi on loan while Aunt Pam had a couple of kids. Now the kids were old enough to ride, Aunt Pam had announced her intention of repossessing her pony at the start of the summer vacation, leaving my until-recently-archenemy Bambi-less.
    So why have I vowed to think up a plan to save Cat’s pony? Why should I care about my until-recently-archenemy when she has previously done all she could to diss me? (She even tried to get Drummer stolen once.) Because my wonderful Drummer and Bambi are an item and so loved-up it’s touching (or nauseating, depending on your mood).