Free Sleepover Girls on the Range by Fiona Cummings Page A

anything left to add. We just stood and grinned as they slunk off down the yard to wait for Emma’s mum to pick them up.
    “Did you have a good time, girls?” Dad asked breezily when he drew up in the van.
    “Brilliant!” we squealed.
    “Excellent!”
    “The best!”
    “So did you sleep well?” Dad asked as he drove out of the stable yard, waving to Mrs McAllister as he left.
    “Not really!” we spluttered.
    Dad looked at us and shook his head.
    “Well, was the pony trek good?”
    “Great!” Kenny piped up. “And the M&Ms found it very refreshing!”
    Well, we just lost the plot then. My sides were aching so much by the time I got home that I had to go upstairs to lie down. That just had to have been one of our best sleepovers ever!
    When we went down to the stables a few days later, Mrs McAllister had calmed down and was in a brilliant mood. Loads of people from the Open Day had rung to confirm bookings for their riding lessons, and she said she was fully booked for a few weeks.
    “That’s fantastic!” we told her.
    “Thanks to you!” she grinned. “Mrs Chandri and I have a little something for you to thank you for all your help with the Open Day.”
    She went into the house and returned with five small boxes. She handed one to each of us. Inside there was a bright shiny sheriff’s badge which read:They were so cool!
    “Thank you!” we all gasped.
    Mrs McAllister grinned.
    “So with all this new business coming in, I might need a bit more help around the place,” she continued. “Any offers?”
    “Sorry, got to go!” The others started running off up the yard.
    “Hey guys! Come back!” I called after them. “It’ll be fun! Honest!”
    Actually they were only joking, and they’ve been down at the stables a lot recently. Fliss actually enjoys grooming the horses now, which is a major achievement. But they all still refuse to help me with the mucking out!
    Look, we’re nearly at the stables now and I can hear the others from here. That Kenny’s got a voice like a foghorn! And ever since Frankie got her sheriff’s badge, power seems to have gone to her head even more thanusual! Fliss will still be swanning around pretending she’s a cowgirl and Rosie will probably just be taking it easy and grinning, knowing that the M&Ms won’t be anywhere around. Bliss!
    Anyway pardn’t, I’m goin’ to round ‘em all up and try to persuade ‘em to ride the range with me. It’s a tough life being a cowboy, you know!
    Bye y’all!

Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?
    The Sleepover Club at Frankie’s
    The Sleepover Club at Lyndsey’s
    The Sleepover Club at Felicity’s
    The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s
    The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s
    Starring the Sleepover Club
    The Sleepover Girls go Spice
    The 24 Hour Sleepover Club
    The Sleepover Club Sleeps Out
    Happy Birthday, Sleepover Club
    Sleepover Girls on Horseback
    Sleepover in Spain
    Sleepover on Friday 13th
    Sleepover Girls at Camp
    Sleepover Girls go Detective
    Sleepover Girls go Designer
    The Sleepover Club Surfs the Net
    Sleepover Girls on Screen
    Sleepover Girls and Friends
    Sleepover Girls on the Catwalk
    The Sleepover Club Goes for Goal!
    Sleepover Girls Go Babysitting
    Sleepover Girls Go Snowboarding
    Happy New Year, Sleepover Club!
    Sleepover Club 2000
    We Love You Sleepover Club
    Vive le Sleepover Club!
    Sleepover Club Eggstravaganza
    Emergency Sleepover

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