Jean Ure - Rescuing Rosie

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BOYS ON THE BRAIN

FAMILY FAN CLUB

FORTUNE COOKIE

FRUIT AND NUTCASE

ICE LOLLY

IS ANYBODY THERE?

JELLY BABY

JUST PEACHY

THE KISSING GAME

LEMONADE SKY

LOVE AND KISSES

OVER THE MOON

PASSION FLOWER

PUMPKIN PIE

THE SECRET LIFE OF SALLY TOMATO

SECRET MEETING

SECRETS AND DREAMS

SHRINKING VIOLET

SKINNY MELON AND ME

STAR CRAZY ME!

STRAWBERRY CRUSH

SUGAR AND SPICE

BORN TO DANCE

STAR QUALITY

SHOWTIME

THE FLOWER POWER COLLECTION

THE FRIENDS FOREVER COLLECTION

THE TUTTI-FRUTTI COLLECTION

DAISY MAY

DAZZLING DANNY

MONSTER IN THE MIRROR

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Learning how to ride had been one of my dreams for almost as long as I could remember ever since I was six years old and Mum and Dad had taken me to the seaside for the day, and there had been a woman on the beach giving pony rides. I had begged to be allowed to have a go! Mum had been a bit nervous because I was really tiny and the pony was quite big so my feet didnt even reach the stirrups, but I wasnt in the least scared. It just felt so right. The pony woman said I had a natural seat, and for ages afterwards I was all puffed up and had these visions of taking part in gymkhanas and winning rosettes. I knew it was only make-believe, like when you pretend youre a celeb and youre being interviewed for an article in some glossy magazine. I mean, for one thing we were living in London at the time and there wasnt a riding stable anywhere near. It wasnt till I was eleven that we came to live in the country well, Mum and I came to live in the country and suddenly there were riding stables all over the place! Still, I never seriously thought that I would be able to take lessons.

Mum and Dad having split up, which was the reason Mum had decided to move, we didnt have very much money. Mum works really hard, translating stuff from foreign languages such as Russian she is very clever, my mum! But, alas, it is not all that well paid. As for my dad, Mum says he is a lost cause. The reason she says that is because he gave up his very important job in London to go and live in Cornwall with a woman called Wanda and do his own thing. Unfortunately, doing his own thing brings in hardly any money at all, so I knew he wouldnt be able to pay for my lessons.

And then, yay! A totally brilliant and unexpected thing happened. A very aged, ancient relative of Mums died and Mum came into some money! Only a little bit of money, not like people win on the lottery, but enough for Mum to say that at long last I could have my riding lessons. I couldnt wait to tell Katy! Katy lives right next door to us, with her mum. They had only been there a few months. Before that, they had been townies like us, so when we discovered that we were not only at the same school but were even in the same class, we had become best friends immediately.

Now, every Sunday, as soon as wed had breakfast we would jump on our bikes and ride as fast as we could to the stables. We couldnt wait to get there! In London our mums would never have let us go anywhere on our bikes for fear of all the traffic. I hadnt even had a bike in those days, but when we moved to the country and she saw how quiet it was, Mum had gone on eBay and found me one. Second-hand, but every bit as good as Katys, which was bright green and brand new. A birthday present from her dad!

The bikes had been Katys idea, the riding lessons mine. Katy had never even thought about it before, in spite of living in the country. Not that she had been there all that long, but she could have had lessons whenever she wanted. No problem! Her dad is a banker and earns simply stacks of money. Stacks and stacks. And because he and Katys mum are also divorced which is one of the things that first made me and Katy bond he spoils Katy rotten. He is always giving her stuff. If she were to ask him for a diamond tiara, he would probably buy one for her, never mind just paying for riding lessons. But, as she said, it would have been totally disloyal to have done it without me. We were best friends; we do things together! That is what being best friends is all about.

Also, though I dont mean to be unfair, I think that secretly she would have been a bit too scared to do it by herself. It was quite funny the first time we went to the stables, though I tried not to giggle because that would have been unkind and might have embarrassed her. But just for a moment I could almost see her legs turning to jelly. Bethany, the girl who was going to teach us, appeared in the yard leading this enormous great horse towards us. I mean, really huge! It was tossing its mane and making funny snorty noises through its nose. Katy took a step back and went, Thats n-not for us, is it? Her voice had gone all thin and quavery. Bethany laughed and said, No way! This is Rosie. Shes far too big for you.