Eyes still shut, she reached for the clock, but then suddenly everything from the night before flashed into her mind and her eyes shot open. Spirit!Remembering what had happened, she threw back the covers, furious with herself for not waking earlier. If she’d got up sooner, she could have gone down to his stable and seen if the same thing could happen again. But it was too late now. In fifteen minutes everyone would be out on the yard.Pulling on some clothes, she hurried outside, desperate for a few moments alone with Spirit. It was bitterly cold still, but the rain and sleet had stopped. The horses were looking over their doors, banging their hooves impatiently against the wood as she ran past. The cats came trotting past the puddles, tails high, mewing at the thought of breakfast, but Ellie ignored them all.When she reached Spirit’s stable, she was taken aback by how ordinary he looked. He had straw in his white tail and his stable rug was hanging slightly to one side. But what had she been expecting?
