Issie and the Christmas Pony: Christmas Special. Stacy Gregg

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Название Issie and the Christmas Pony: Christmas Special
Автор произведения Stacy Gregg
Жанр Природа и животные
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Издательство Природа и животные
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isbn 9780007341443



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      “Here!” came a voice from underneath the bench. Kate, who had been rummaging around below the sink, popped her head up and passed the bag of oats to Stella.

      “I’ve got the apples too,” said Kate. “I’ll start chopping.”

      “I’ve found the secret ingredients!” Issie came through the door carrying a bag of something that looked like lawn clippings and a plastic bottle filled with thick black syrup.

      “Perfect!” Stella said. “You put it in the bowl while I stir.”

      As Issie sprinkled handfuls of alfalfa on top of the mixture, Stella’s vigorous stirring sent bits flying everywhere.

      “Hey, I think it still needs more oats,” Kate said, grabbing a handful out of the bag. “Oops!” She had managed to miss the bowl and drop the oats on the floor.

      “Kate!” Stella shrieked. “You’re getting it on my shoes!” There were oats all over the floor and alfalfa bits stuck to the walls.

      “Ohmygod…” Issie giggled. “If mum sees this mess, she’ll…”

      “She’ll what?” The girls turned round to find Mrs Brown standing in the doorway behind them. She did not look best pleased that her kitchen had been turned into a bomb site.

      “What on earth is going on in here? What are you girls doing?”

      “Hi, Mum!” Issie grinned. “I know it’s a bit of a disaster, but we’ll clean it up.”

      “Yeah, Mrs B,” Stella chimed in. “We were going to tidy up when we finished.”

      “Finished what?” asked Mrs Brown. “Isadora? What are you up to?”

      “We’re making Christmas cakes!” replied Issie brightly.

      Mrs Brown looked at the suspicious line-up of ingredients on the bench. “With molasses and chaff?” She wrinkled up her nose. “Issie, why didn’t you ask me to help you girls? I’ve got a great Christmas cake recipe…”

      Issie laughed. “No, Mum. Not for us. Christmas cakes for the ponies!”

      “We’re going to make them in these.” Stella pointed to a stack of old plastic ice-cream tubs on the bench beside her. “That way each horse gets their own cake.”

      “And we’ll use slices of carrots and apples to decorate the tops,” added Kate.

      Mrs Brown shook her head in disbelief. “Do you think your ponies actually know that it’s Christmas tomorrow?”

      “Toby knows,” Kate grinned. “He’s got a list of things he wants from Santa.”

      “What’s on the list?” asked Stella.

      “A new summer rug, some floating boots, one of those cool pink riding crops…”

      “I hardly think Toby would want a riding crop!” Issie giggled.

      “Yeah, good point,” mused Kate. “I didn’t think of that when I was writing the list!”

      “I’ve asked for a new bridle,” Stella said, “and some proper long black leather boots. But the ones I want are really expensive. Mum said if I’m lucky, Santa will get me some black rubber ones at least.”

      “What about you, Issie?” Kate said.

      “What?”

      “What do you want for Christmas?”

      “I really want some new jods,” Issie said. “Mine are all too small.”

      “All your clothes are too small,” said Mrs Brown. “When you turned fourteen you shot up like a beanpole.” She smiled at her daughter. “I think Santa can probably stretch to a pair of jodhpurs. In fact, there’s a suspiciously jodhpur-shaped present under the tree with your name on it.”

      Even though it was just Issie and her mum at home for Christmas, there were loads of gifts under the tree. Issie’s Aunty Hess had sent her a present, wrapped in the most wonderful pink and gold horsey paper. (Issie was pretty sure it was a new halter for Storm.) There were a couple of gifts under there from her dad too-mailed at the last minute as usual. Issie had given one of the boxes a shake and it sounded like a board game of some sort. He usually sent her a board game. The other gift was about the right size and shape to be a Barbie doll. Issie had learnt by now not to be disappointed by her dad’s presents. Last year he gave her a book all about fairies with glitter on the cover that was totally babyish. It was like he didn’t realise that she was fourteen now, and still treated her like a kid. In his mind, Issie was still the same nine-year-old she had been when he had left. She hardly ever saw her father. He had remarried and had a new family-Issie had a half-sister and a half-brother-so he never came home to see her at Christmas time.

      Issie missed her dad at Christmas. Even if his presents did, well, kind of suck. It seemed strange without him here, with just Issie and her mum.

      “Is one of those presents under there for me?” Stella asked hopefully, eyeing up the tree.

      Issie pointed at a small package wrapped in pink and red candystripe paper. “That little pink one at the front is for you from me, and the purple one is for Kate.”

      “Ohhh…let’s see!” Stella rushed over to the tree and prodded her package. She let out a shriek. “Is it a dandy brush?”

      Issie looked crestfallen. “Stella, you’re not meant to guess! It’s supposed to be a surprise.” She watched Kate holding up her present, which was really badly wrapped and quite obviously shaped like a sweat scraper, the curved rubber sort you use to dry off a wet pony.

      “I think I can guess what mine is too,” Kate grinned.

      Mrs Brown shook her head at them. “I can’t imagine what we used to buy you lot for Christmas before you had ponies. Your Christmas lists read like a tack-shop inventory.”

      “I can,” Stella said. “I mean, I can remember what it was like before we had the ponies.” She looked at Issie. “Do you remember that Christmas when we went on the pony-club camp? You know, the Christmas you got Mystic?”

      Issie felt a shiver run through her as Stella said Mystic’s name. Of course she remembered that Christmas. She remembered that it was their first ever Christmas without her dad, which had been awful. But in a way, it also turned out to be the best Christmas she had ever had. It had been the start of everything.

      When Issie looked back on that time now, she realised that Mystic was meant to be hers-that their lives were inextricably intertwined somehow. Of course, back then she couldn’t possibly have known what was to come. That Mystic would be taken away from her so tragically. And how could she possibly have known that his death was not the end at all, but the beginning? Issie’s bond with the little grey pony was so deep and so powerful that her horse would never really be gone. Whenever she needed him most he was there to watch over her and her horses and keep them safe. Not like a ghost or anything, but as a real horse, flesh and blood. Right by her side for the rest of her life.

      At Christmas time, more than at any other time, Issie found herself recalling memories of the times before Mystic died, when he was still with her as a regular pony. But most of all she remembered the Christmas when she and Mystic first met. Had she found Mystic or had he found her? It didn’t really matter. What mattered most was that, with each day, she realised more and more just how magical that Christmas had been.

      “I remember,” Issie said to Stella. “I remember…”

       2 …Four Years Earlier

      Issie stared into the eyes of the giant pink pig. Gently she reached her hand under its belly. Her fingers fumbled around, grasping the cork. With one swift tug she released the stopper and a waterfall of