Sleepover Girls on the Range. Fiona Cummings

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      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Sleepover Kit List

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Sleepover kit List

       Sleeping bag

       Pillow

       Pyjamas or a nightdress

       Slippers

       Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap etc

       Towel

       Teddy

       A creepy story

       food for a midnight feast: chocolate, crisps, sweets, biscuits. In fact anything you like to eat.

       Torch

       Hairbrush

       Hair things like a bobble or hairband, if you need them

       Clean knickers and socks

       Change of clothes for the next day

       Sleepover diary and membership card

      Yeehah! If it ain’t my perdy liddle friend. Let’s mosey on down to the OK Corral pardn’r and round up them there horses.

      Hey, don’t look at me like that! All I meant was “do you fancy coming down to the stables with me?” I’ve kind of got this thing about the Wild West at the moment. The others are used to it now. In fact they’re so used to it that I’m driving them all crazy. Especially Fliss. She keeps saying:

      “Look Lyndz, if you don’t drop that stupid accent soon, I’m going to ram that stetson down your perdy liddle throat!”

      Now that’s not very nice, is it? Particularly since the others were just as bad as me last week. If I remember rightly, it was Frankie who threw herself into the Wild West theme big time. And she even got everybody dressing up in cowboy gear into the bargain. You know how she organises everybody. Once she’s got an idea in her head, you daren’t argue with her!

      You’re looking a bit puzzled. You must have heard what happened down at the stables, surely? What! You mean you haven’t? I thought everybody knew about that by now. Kenny certainly hasn’t stopped talking about it, and you know what a motormouth she is. And now I come to think about it, Fliss is pretty pleased with herself too. And when she’s like that, she usually tells the whole world!

      I can’t believe that none of them have told you about our latest sleepover adventure. But that’s great, because it means that I get to tell you about it. And after all, it was because of me that we got involved in the first place. That goes without saying really, doesn’t it? As my mum keeps saying, “If horses are involved, Lyndsey Collins will be in the thick of it!”

      I can’t help it if I love horses, can I? You know where you are with horses, which is more than you can say for people. Take my four brothers for example (I wish someone would, they drive me mad!). Sometimes they treat me like dirt and expect me to run around clearing up after them. And sometimes they’re OK and help me out of a jam. But you can never predict what they’re going to be like. Now, horses are never like that.

      Is that the phone? Hang on, I’d better go and answer it.

      “Hello? Oh hi, Rosie. Yeah we’re just going down to the stables now… You’re all coming too? Cool! Yeah, you’re right, no M&Ms! … It was class, wasn’t it? Yeah, the best yet… No, I won’t forget. OK, we’ll meet you down there. Bye.”

      That was Rosie. Ever since our last sleepover adventure, she’s been going to the stables too. Not that she does much when she’s there – she just sits and watches Bramble and Marvel munching away at the grass. And sometimes she watches her brother Adam, who does his Riding for the Disabled there. But the real attraction of the stables, as far as the others are concerned, is that we know we won’t be disturbed by our rivals the M&Ms. Because we have just got one over them in a major supertastic way!

      Oh hey, sorry. My mum always tells me off for that – for coming into a story half-way through. “For goodness sake, Lyndz, start at the beginning!” she tells me. So that’s what I’m going to do now. It’ll pass the time as we walk to the stables.

      OK, well – do you remember when Mrs McAllister’s stables burnt down? I know we’ve had a lot of sleepover adventures since then, so I’ll remind you what happened. We were so worried about Mrs McA having to close her stables down for good that we went into fundraising overdrive. Our first attempt was a flop, thanks to those stupid M&Ms. But then I came up with the idea of a Stable Fun Day, which was brill. Unfortunately, the only thing people remember about it now is Fliss screaming her head off on a runaway horse! Her picture ended up on the front page of the Leicester Mercury and they started a campaign to save the stables. And that’s where Sita Chandri stepped in. She’s this hot-shot businesswoman from around here. She read about the campaign and stumped up the dosh to rebuild Mrs McAllister’s stables. Cool, eh? Fliss takes all the credit for everything of course, but then we’re used to that!

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