Janey staggered to the window. Appalled, she wished she could ram her tail between her legs, like Wolf. ”“I was not,” said Fen indignantly. Goodness knows where that might lead.
“You must feel very proud. You’d better tell Fen to turn all the horses out. All Dublin turns out to watch the event and every Irish child that’s ever ridden a horse dreams of being in the home team one day. Can you carry my cases to the taxi rank, Georgie? And mind you brush out the horse area, and clean up the living area.
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