stable there was a horse. They were the same kind faces that
she had loved when she was on vacation on Sark and they all
turned to say hi. Then Fizza heard someone kicking against
a stable door.
"I know who that is!" she said.
And she had guessed right, because in a corner of the yard
was a handsome black and white horse.
"Hi, Golden!" laughed Fizza as she went over to him. Then
she saw Cloudy and ran over to her to stroke her nose.
"Oh! Cloudy! It's so good to see them all again!" she cried.
"Yeah. They think it's good to see you, too," said Fletcher.
At that moment Fletcher's dad came out of the house
follow~edb y Fizza's mom- They were both holding mugs of tea.
"It's Miss Fizza McIntyre! The judo kid who saved my
horses!" he screamed.
Fizza smiled. She really liked Fletcher's dad. He was always so happy.
"It's Mr. Richard McIntyre! The man who's brought a little
bit of Sark to Birmingham to make it greener!" she replied.
"How's the taxi service?"
''Well, it's only just started but hopefully it's going to be
OK!" said Richard.
"I know it's going to be very successful!" said Fizza's mom.
"So how was school?"
"Great!" lied Fizza and Fletcher together.
"Have you made lots of new friends, Fletcher?" asked
Richard.
Luckily before Fletcher could answer his dad, he was
interrupted by the loud noise of several engines. All of the
Scully's Waste trucks had started up at once. Then the drivers
began to sound their horns over and over again. For the first
time ever, Fizza saw Richard McIntyre get mad