Look!" he whispered.
Fizza looked in the direction where Fletcher was pointing.
In the poor light she could just about see the shape of a large
truck. It was moving very slowly across th e large green space.
"They're here!"
There was no mistake about it: it was one of Scully's
tru cks. As quickly as she could, Fizza took her mom's phone
out of her pocket, held it up and pressed th e "record" button.
The truck stopped, its back went up into the air an d a huge
pile of garbage was dropped onto the gro und.
81
"Got them!" said Fizza.
Then, suddenly, th e phone began to rin g.
"Turn it om" whispered Fletcher. "They'll hear it!"
Fizza looked at th e phone. It said the call was from
"H orn e,"
"OK!" Pizza rep lied , but th en she decided to answer it in
case it was urgent.
"Hello?" she said.
"Fizza? Is that you? What are you doin g with my new
phone?"
It was her mom!
"Sorry! I can't talk now! I'll call you later!"
And she hit th e "off" button. Now her mom knew that she
had taken her ph one!
"I'm in troubl e now;' she thought.
But when she heard the truck drivers sho uting, she realized
th at th ey were in even bigger trou ble.
"Who's th ere?"
"It's two kids!"
"Quick!" said Fletch er. "Let's get back to th e horses!"
They ran over to th e tree where Golde n an d Cloudy were
wait ing for them.
"Follow me!" said Fletcher as he jumped up on Golden
and began to ride across the gra ss. Pizza told herself to be
brave and she followed Fletche r as quickly as she could . As
th ey passed th e truck, three big men appeared out of the dark
and began to run toward th em.
"Come on, girl;' said Fizza to Cloudy. "We can do it!"
As th e men reach ed out for he r, Cloudy suddenly jumped
up . Pizza was almost thrown to th e ground , but she just
managed to han g on. Then th e little horse began to move as
fast as her legs would take her across th e field and up th e road.