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“Psss, psss” I hear my mum whispering. “Don’t wake Grace”. I open my eyes just a slit. “Happy birthday Grace” my mum sings to me.  I say “thank you” and get out of bed. “I made your fav breakfast croissants”.

When I got to the kitchen the table was piled high with presents. Once I had opened up all of my gifts Mum said “come on Grace. Hop in the car.”

Off we drove into Sharon’s drive. I wondered what were doing here. We kept on driving. Suddenly we stopped. “Grace please open the gate”. My heart dropped.  Off we go again.  Finally we stopped beside a large green paddock.

I jumped out of the car. There standing about 10 metres away from me was a steel grey pony shining in the morning sun. “Who’s that”? I ask Mum. At the same time Sharon walked out from the barn and then out came another “happy birthday” from her. Mum said “Grace we are leasing Bynn now.

“Yah!!” I shout. I jog up to him. “Hey boy.” I chuck my helmet on and off we go.

Two months later

“Grace, please come here.  I got an email from Sharon that Brynn has been put down,” she said, trying to sound relaxed, but I could see the tears in her eyes. I stand paralysed, staring at her. Suddenly I snapped back into my horrible moment of grief. I ran out of the room crying. What a tragic day for my beloved boy Brynn.

By Gracie

Krystal and Dad’s adventure

“Hey Dad, why don’t we stay a night on the boat?” I say.

“All right. Let’s go for a fish as well then”.

 When Dad got the stiff bait out of the icy freezer, we left to go to the marina to see Dad’s boat Storm. Storm is blue and newly painted. She got her name by being able to cope with any storm that passed her.

“All aboard,” said my dad.

“Oh I will, because I want to see the changes you made inside”

“Whoa,” I said.  I couldn’t believe my eyes; blue leather seats, a new cooker, it’s tidy for once. We had tea and jumped straight onto the couch until I realised it was getting dark.

“Maybe we can fish tomorrow”.

“Fine “I said.

“Krystal, go to bed”. I tied the dinghy up and went to bed.

“Krystal, wake up and go outside to see what’s missing,” said my dad with a little angry tweak to his voice.

“It better not be bad.”

OMG, the dinghy’s gone!