CHAPTER SEVEN ‘You’re heading for the dog pound,’ the farmer dragged Max out of the shed by his collar. Lucky peered out from behind the wood where he was hiding. Max looked back in his direction. ‘Stay hidden,’ he said, his voice was strange with the tightness of his collar around his neck. Lucky crouched down. He had no intention
Chapter Seven ‘We’ll do more with Storm tomorrow if you’d like to.’ Cait’s suggestion left no room for Amy to say she couldn’t. She didn’t want anything to do with the pony let alone do more with him but Cait seemed determined she was going to learn to ride him. They brought Storm into the field and let him go.
Cat’s Whiskers Chapter Six Max was so exhausted by his ordeal that it took all of his strength to crawl from the river bank into the relative shelter of the bushes that grew close by. He lay panting, while Lucky crouched beside him, watching as his ribs expanded and contracted. ‘Thought I was done for.’ He said in between breaths.
Chapter Six ‘Are you ready to get on him?’ Cait asked after they had brushed Storm all over and done his mane and tail. Amy stood back to admire their handywork. The grey pony did look handsome now he was brushed. His mane was long and hung down his shoulders and his tail looked magnificent now all of the tangles
Chapter Five Amy couldn’t breathe. She sat on her bed trying to absorb what she had just heard. She could feel her heart beating against her rib cage. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, moving the pink, pony patterns on her pyjamas. She’d been curled on her bed, feeling sorry for herself, angry at her mum for asking Cait
Chapter five The houses at either side of the road began to be further and further apart. They began to see bigger and bigger houses, set back from the road, behind huge fences and hedges, with iron gates protecting the driveways. Then these gave way to wider stretches of fields, behind huge hedges and stone walls, with
CHAPTER FOUR It was cold in the night air and a slight drizzle dampened Lucky’s sleek black fur. Instinctively the little black and white cat made his way beneath the wide overhanging branches of a rhododendron bush where he could sit unseen and safe. He sniffed the air, it smelt unfamiliar, petrol fumes overlaid with the smell of humans.
Chapter Four ‘Mum quick,’ Amy ran back to the house. She flung open the back door and ran inside. ‘I saw him run out of the garden,’ Amy’s mum was already hurrying down the hallway, pulling on her coat. There was a smudge of bright blue paint across her cheek. ‘Quick, we need to catch him before anything happens.’
Chapter Three ‘Oh what a glorious day,’ Amy’s mum came out of the room she was using as her studio. Her painting jeans were a mass of colour, from drops and smears of paint, the front of them coloured in brilliant reds, blues and various shades of greens. There was a smeared white hand print on the side of her
CHAPTER THREE “You really are a lovely cat,” Tommy Flannigan gently stroked his big hand over the young black cat’s fur. Lucky purred, he loved to be stroked. He rubbed his head against Tommy’s hand. “I really am very fond of him,” said Tommy’s mother, taking Lucky into her arms and holding him so she could rest her cheek against