Sophie strode purposefully over to the wooden mounting block that their father had made. Her throat began to constrict with tension as it became clear that The Book was no longer there. “I sat here just before we left yesterday… it should be here,” she mumbled, biting the nails on one hand, and running the other over the top step as if to check it hadn’t somehow turned invisible.
“I’m going to climb the tree; I don’t see why I should help you look!” barked Felicity.
“Don’t start again!” their mother warned, her voice muffled from being inside the barn, preparing the horses’ breakfasts. “Redster, back up - I don’t need you taking the lid off the feed bin and helping yourself. Smokey! Stop biting Red’s bottom! I’ve got yours here; go into your own stable and then you can have it. Looks like I’ll have to split the both of you up as well. Honestly, between you two and my children, I’m going to need a lie down in a darkened room to regain my sanity when I get home!”
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