Charlie the Champion Pony and Other Pony Tales by Jenny Dale

Author:Jenny Dale
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pan Macmillan UK

Mrs Masters looked out.

“He’s by the . . .” Clare’s voice suddenly trailed off. The pony wasn’t there! “Oh, he’s gone!” she cried in dismay.

“Oh, Clare,” Mrs Masters said, shaking her head. “I should know better. For a moment there, you almost had me thinking I was about to see a real pony.”

“But there was one,” Clare cried. “He was standing by the trees. I fed him an apple.”

Her mum smiled. “Well, why don’t you go and feed him another one. Now, I’m going to get on with that unpacking.”

“But Mum . . .” Clare protested. She could see that her mum thought the pony was just imaginary.

Clare gave up and ran down the stairs. The pony couldn’t have just disappeared.

She hurried outside to check the side gate. But it was shut and locked. The pony couldn’t have got out there. She looked behind the shed. He wasn’t there, either. As Clare was wondering where to look next, an upstairs window opened.

“Clare!” her mum called out. “Come and get your school things ready for tomorrow, please. I don’t want you to be late in the morning. Not on your first day at a new school.”

“But, Mum, I’m looking for the pony!” Clare called back.

“You can look for him later,” Mrs Masters said firmly.

“But, Mum . . .!” Clare protested.

“Now, Clare!”

Clare knew that tone of voice. It meant, do as you are told or else . . .

Shooting one last look round the garden Clare hurried inside and up to her bedroom – which was very untidy. She and her mum had only moved into their new house three days ago and they still hadn’t unpacked everything. Toys and books spilled out of cardboard boxes piled high on the floor.

Clare sat down beside one of the boxes and quickly started searching through it. The sooner she found her school things, the sooner she could get outside and carry on looking for the pony.

She found her pencil case and threw it on to her bed. It was strange to think about starting at a new school. It was going to be really weird not knowing anyone. She pulled a packet of felt tips out of the box. She hoped she was going to make friends.

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