Actually,we need a plan right now!" said Fletcher.
He kicked Golden to move more quickly and Fizza,who was beginning to miss her nice warm bed at home,followed him.And they had the ride their lives through the streets of Birmingham.They went down major roads and down small streets, around roundabouts and under bridges. But the truck just kept following them. At one point a night bus suddenly appeared;it made Golden jump and Fletcher almost fell to the ground. Eventually he led them up a path that was too small for the truck and it couldn't follow any farther.At the end of the path Fizza could see the stables! They were safe at last!Quickly they rode into the yard,jumped off the horses, and ran into the house.