I was left facing his bottom. It was dead funny and only made me hiccup more.
At least it had cheered the others up. They were really in a party mood now. We played chase, and our jousting game where we ride on each other’s backs and try to knock theother team over. But we had to stop that when Alfie looked as though he wanted to join in too.
We were just catching our breath when the security lights went on outside. There was a small window at one side of the barn and suddenly light came flooding through it.
“There must be an intruder!” squealed Fliss, leaping to her feet. “What are we going to do?”
“Maybe it’s a fox or something,” said Frankie calmly, although looking at her face I could tell that she was scared too.
We all huddled together. Then something started rattling the stable door. The handle started to turn. And we started to scream.
“AAARRRGGHH!”
“Goodness gracious me! What on earth’s all that racket about?” Mrs McAllister was standing there, looking really shocked and kind of angry.
“S…sorry. We thought you were an intruder!” I explained, when my heart had stopped thudding.
Mrs McAllister’s face softened.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I just came to check that everything was all right!”
“We’re fine now,” Frankie reassured her.
“Well, I think maybe it’s time you were getting to sleep,” Mrs McAllister told us. “You’re going to have to be bright and alert for the pony trek tomorrow. I don’t want any of you being too tired to concentrate. Night then!”
She shut the door behind her.
“I…I’d forgotten about the pony trek,” Fliss stammered when she’d gone. “I might ring Mum up in the morning and ask her to pick me up early. I don’t want to do it.”
Kenny sighed in exasperation, but Rosie said quickly:
“I’m starving! Let’s have our midnight feast now!”
“Should we get undressed and into our sleeping bags first?” I asked.
“Nah!” said Frankie and Kenny together.
We each went to find the goodies we’d brought for our feast. But funnily enough, there didn’t seem to be as much as we’d thought.
“I could have sworn I’d brought more mini Kit-Kats,” grumbled Rosie. “You lot haven’t been eating them, have you?”
“No way. I brought crisps for all of us, and now there are only two packets left,” moaned Kenny.
We looked dejectedly at the depleted pile of goodies in front of us. Then Frankie suddenly piped up.
“I bet I know what’s happened to them! The M&Ms were in here before us, remember. I bet you
anything
it was them who stole our things.”
“The thieving little scum-bags!”
“No wonder Emma was sick!”
“Serves her right!”
“I’ll get them back for this!” Kenny hissed, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
“Well maybe they think we’re even now, after the scavenger hunt,” I suggested. “At least it means we won’t have to keep looking over our shoulders every five minutes to see what they’re up to.”
The others nodded.
“That’s true!”
We silently got undressed, with us having to shield Fliss from Alfie again! We laid loads of hay on the ground like a mattress. Then we dragged our sleeping bags into a circle, unzipped them and…
“UURGH, that’s GROSS!”
“I’m going to be sick. This is DISGUSTING!”
As soon as we’d got into our sleeping bags we all leapt out of them again. Our pyjamas were covered in
nasty slimy congealed baked beans!
“The M&Ms!” we all said together.
“That
explains why they kept getting extra plates of food!” said Rosie, trying her best to scrape the mess off her nightclothes.
“And why they were so keen to help Mrs Chandri to clean up!” I reminded the others.
“They’ve done us good and proper this time!” sighed Frankie. “We can’t sleep in our sleeping bags, we’ve no blankets, and we’re miles from home. Brilliant!”
We huddled together on the pile of hay in the corner.
“Anybody got any
At least it had cheered the others up. They were really in a party mood now. We played chase, and our jousting game where we ride on each other’s backs and try to knock theother team over. But we had to stop that when Alfie looked as though he wanted to join in too.
We were just catching our breath when the security lights went on outside. There was a small window at one side of the barn and suddenly light came flooding through it.
“There must be an intruder!” squealed Fliss, leaping to her feet. “What are we going to do?”
“Maybe it’s a fox or something,” said Frankie calmly, although looking at her face I could tell that she was scared too.
We all huddled together. Then something started rattling the stable door. The handle started to turn. And we started to scream.
“AAARRRGGHH!”
“Goodness gracious me! What on earth’s all that racket about?” Mrs McAllister was standing there, looking really shocked and kind of angry.
“S…sorry. We thought you were an intruder!” I explained, when my heart had stopped thudding.
Mrs McAllister’s face softened.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I just came to check that everything was all right!”
“We’re fine now,” Frankie reassured her.
“Well, I think maybe it’s time you were getting to sleep,” Mrs McAllister told us. “You’re going to have to be bright and alert for the pony trek tomorrow. I don’t want any of you being too tired to concentrate. Night then!”
She shut the door behind her.
“I…I’d forgotten about the pony trek,” Fliss stammered when she’d gone. “I might ring Mum up in the morning and ask her to pick me up early. I don’t want to do it.”
Kenny sighed in exasperation, but Rosie said quickly:
“I’m starving! Let’s have our midnight feast now!”
“Should we get undressed and into our sleeping bags first?” I asked.
“Nah!” said Frankie and Kenny together.
We each went to find the goodies we’d brought for our feast. But funnily enough, there didn’t seem to be as much as we’d thought.
“I could have sworn I’d brought more mini Kit-Kats,” grumbled Rosie. “You lot haven’t been eating them, have you?”
“No way. I brought crisps for all of us, and now there are only two packets left,” moaned Kenny.
We looked dejectedly at the depleted pile of goodies in front of us. Then Frankie suddenly piped up.
“I bet I know what’s happened to them! The M&Ms were in here before us, remember. I bet you
anything
it was them who stole our things.”
“The thieving little scum-bags!”
“No wonder Emma was sick!”
“Serves her right!”
“I’ll get them back for this!” Kenny hissed, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
“Well maybe they think we’re even now, after the scavenger hunt,” I suggested. “At least it means we won’t have to keep looking over our shoulders every five minutes to see what they’re up to.”
The others nodded.
“That’s true!”
We silently got undressed, with us having to shield Fliss from Alfie again! We laid loads of hay on the ground like a mattress. Then we dragged our sleeping bags into a circle, unzipped them and…
“UURGH, that’s GROSS!”
“I’m going to be sick. This is DISGUSTING!”
As soon as we’d got into our sleeping bags we all leapt out of them again. Our pyjamas were covered in
nasty slimy congealed baked beans!
“The M&Ms!” we all said together.
“That
explains why they kept getting extra plates of food!” said Rosie, trying her best to scrape the mess off her nightclothes.
“And why they were so keen to help Mrs Chandri to clean up!” I reminded the others.
“They’ve done us good and proper this time!” sighed Frankie. “We can’t sleep in our sleeping bags, we’ve no blankets, and we’re miles from home. Brilliant!”
We huddled together on the pile of hay in the corner.
“Anybody got any
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