WILD PONY - Chapter 1.

One early spring morning my little sister woke me up at 7.30am. I didn't know why.

I asked her where we were going. She said that we had to find a pony that was running free in the wild. Many people had seen the pony and it was beautiful - it was jet black and its paces were gorgeous. She had heard mum and dad talking about this the night before, when I was in bed. People were looking for the pony - some for the wrong reasons. If it was found by those 'bad' people, it was destined to have an unhappy life. My sister and I did not want that to happen. We decided to go and find that pony before anybody else and save it.

I hopped on my favourite horse called Daisy. My sister's horse was called Jack. We went on through the cold morning riding to where the pony was last seen so we could try and see some hoof prints to follow. We could see some, but we weren't sure if they were the wild pony. We rode on through the afternoon without stopping. It was a lovely ride but we were getting tired. Suddenly we saw a woman on the same trail as we were riding. She was riding her own horse. She asked what we were doing, so we told her about the wild pony rescue we had underway. We asked her if she could help us look for the wild pony. She could see we were tired and hungry. So, she first asked us if we would like to go to her place which was not far away and have a warm cup of hot chocolate and something to eat. We said "yes please".

We all had something to eat and we felt so much better for it. After that we said that we should go now. But the lady said that we should stay at her place that night as it was now getting dark. She took us each to our own room. The horses were put in stalls. While we were asleep the lady phoned our parents to tell them where we were and that we were alright. In the morning the lady came with us to help us look for the lost pony. We couldn't find the pony and after a few hours riding we promised the lady that we would head back home. Knowing this, she said goodbye and we went our own way.

The lady had given us something for when we were hungry. After about an hour we stopped to have lunch. I laid out the rug for us to sit on. My sister, Sophie, got out the buns and the fruit. We ate most of the food and went off again. But instead of heading home, we had decided to keep looking for our wild pony.

Very soon we came upon a town. The town was called 'Whitby'. It was small but very nice. We had a great time looking in the nice shops - we had tied up our ponies to give them a rest under a tree. We brought some more food from the supermarket including some carrots and apples for our horses.

We then rode on until we came to a little house. Sophie knocked on the door. A little boy came running through the house to open the door. We asked him if we could talk with his mother or father.