He learnt far too early in life that, by making himself unpleasant, he could get his own way. Returning to his trunk in the tackroom, he got out ajar of ointment, which had turned liquid in the heat. “It is me,” said Fen, and scrambling onto Dandelion, plonking her hat on her head and not wearing a ri ”“She can’t go to sleep.
“Not much sleeping,” said Jake. “Good on you, Fen. That horse is over-fresh and insufficiently ridden in, thought Fen. Even worse, she insisted on referring to Helen as Ellen.
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