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Without a plan, they won’t have much longer to be a couple.
    True, I could empathize with Cat (I couldn’t imagine losing Drummer), but the real reason I was so anxious to come up with a plan to save Bambi was because of my pony. He loved Bambi. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t let him down. Everyone seemed to believe it was out of kindness to Cat that I was so anxious to help. After all, no one else could hear what Drummer, or any of the other ponies, said without Epona.
    â€œSo let’s recap on ideas we have come up with for the Keep Bambi Campaign,” suggested Katy, giving her beloved Bluey’s blue-flecked neck a loving pat. Bluey arched his neck and looked pleased. He loves Katy as much as she loves him.
    â€œThe ones we’ve already rejected?” I asked.
    â€œYes. We may be able to convert them into a workable plan or combine a couple of them to get something that does work.”
    â€œWell, there’s the ‘Hide Bambi at the icehouse’ plan,” said Bean.
    â€œI don’t like that one,” I heard Bambi say. She’d had a bad experience at the icehouse once before.
    â€œShe can’t stay there forever,” Cat pointed out.
    â€œAnd even if she did, she’d still be in solitary,” said James. “The idea is to keep her not only with Cat but with all the other ponies at Laurel Farm.”
    â€œIf Laurel Farm still exists,” I pointed out gloomily.
    â€œWe’re addressing that issue later,” Katy declared firmly.
    â€œI still think we ought to try to raise some money to buy her,” said Bean. “That’s the best idea yet.”
    â€œThat would be brilliant—except that my Aunt Pam doesn’t want to sell Bambi,” Cat reminded us all, “she wants her back .”
    â€œWould you be able to keep her if you could buy her?” asked Katy.
    Cat nodded. “My family pays for her keep now,” she explained. “But they can’t afford the money up front to buy a pony. When Bambi goes, that’s it, I’m pony-less.”
    â€œDon’t forget Dee’s idea,” I said, waiting for the inevitable response.
    Everyone groaned.
    â€œNo séances!” cried Katy, making Tiffany jump.
    â€œThat’s Dee’s answer to everything,” mumbled James.
    â€œExactly when did you all hold a séance?” asked Cat. She asked it every time the subject came up. Nobody wanted to tell her because it had happened when we’d been competing against her, and memories were not especially warm—for anyone. The idea had been to call up Dee’s dear departed granddad, but instead we’d got some lunatic named Adam Rowe who had just wanted to spell out bad death all the time. Nice! It had been totally scary, and we’d all been freaked out—except for James, which only made us more convinced that he’d been pushing the Ouija board planchette around and spelling out the words himself as a joke. Some joke!
    â€œI thought the ‘Let’s find a more suitable pony for AP’s kids’ plan was a good idea,” interrupted James, anxious to move on from the séance subject.
    â€œYes, apart from us not having any money to buy one. And AP, as you like to call my Aunt Pam,” Cat said, “as we’ve already established, wants her beloved Bambi back, not just any old pony. It’s a no go!”
    We all pulled up at the bottom of the Sloping Field, and I could feel Drummer start to bunch underneath me in anticipation. All the ponies knew that the Sloping Field meant only one thing: a flat-out gallop from the bottom to the top with the added fun of a leap across the stream that snaked its way across the middle. I could hear all the ponies psyching one another up—Bambi and Drummer were already challenging each other to a race.
    â€œSee ya…” Bean told us as Tiffany leaped into the air and hit the ground at the gallop, totally oblivious to