Love and Muddy Puddles by Cecily Anne Paterson
Author:Cecily Anne Paterson [Paterson, Cecily Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Romance, (v5)
ISBN: 9781291598070
Google: 5ag4ngEACAAJ
Amazon: 1291598073
Barnesnoble: 1291598073
Goodreads: 20768355
Publisher: Lulu.com
Published: 2014-01-04T05:00:00+00:00
Chapter 16
Up to this point, every afternoon I had lain on my bed, watching Charlie and Josh get their gear on to go out on with Tessa and James and listening to Mum yell, “Have you got a helmet on? Have you got a mobile phone just in case?”
Every afternoon I’d heard Josh yell back, “There’s no point, because nothing’s going to happen and some places don’t even get reception.”
And every afternoon I’d seen Mum run out and give them a phone anyway. “I don’t care. Take the phone. It’s Ness’s rule and there’ll be somewhere you can go to get yourself a signal.”
“Well if I fall off and break my leg I’ll try to do it in a place with good reception,” yelled Charlie as she rode away.
“Just take the phone, Charlie,” said Dad, but he was laughing.
The day after Cupcake arrived, I waited until they’d gone out and until Mum and Dad were looking at house plans and concrete specs. Then I snuck out of my bed and looked around for some shoes and a jacket. I was going down to the paddock.
To begin with I just hung over the side of the fence and watched Cupcake in a big group of horses all eating grass. It looked pretty boring. She probably wants something more interesting to eat, I thought, so I ran back and stole a couple of carrots from the kitchen.
To get to Cupcake I realised I’d have to climb the fence. Which is easier said than done in ballet flats, let me tell you. Especially when you’re holding carrots. I won’t say I fell, but I won’t say that it was a seamless, graceful descent down from the timber palings. Plus I may have got a splinter in my thumb that hurt a lot and I may also have looked down at my jeans and seen grass stains on the knees.
But I was over, and no one had seen me and there was no potential for embarrassment, unless of course horses laugh about humans when they’re on their own, but that’s really not even worth thinking about. Besides, I was sure Cupcake wouldn’t laugh at me. Especially once she’d seen that I had carrots.
At first the other horses crowded around. They were warm and their noses were surprisingly velvety and once I got used to the smell it wasn’t icky at all, but they weren’t the ones I had come to see. It took a little while to work out how to walk between them all (Do you avoid the back legs? Will they squash me like a caterpillar? Am I going to die?) but I made it to Cupcake and held out my carrot. At first she shook her head and made a little ‘heh heh heh’ sound deep and low, but I said, “It’s okay, it’s just me,” and stood there quietly and after she’d looked at me for about two seconds, she slowly put her head down and let me give her a pat.
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