Fizza, we thought wed go to the restaurant in the village tonight" said her dad. "Would you like that?" Fizza had to think quickly. She didn't want to be away from the cottage. She didnt want to miss the mystery horse. Oh, thanks, but I'm feeling really tired this evening Id rather just have some soup and read my book. Oh. we'll all stay here then said her mom. "No, no you go. I'll be fine" replied Fizza quickly. She said good-bye to her mom and dad, who promised to be home before it was dark, and went out into the field again to practice her judo moves. It was another beautiful evening. but after about an hour the sun began to set and Fizza began to feel tired. And this time there had been no sign of the black and white horse. She turned to go inside, but as she.walked past the tree beside the cottage, one of the branches crashed down and somebody fell on top of her. Without thinking, she threw the person over her shoulder and onto the ground. ow It was a tall boy wearing jeans, a white T-shirt, no shoes, and a blue baseball cap, which fell off to show thick, red hair, and a pair of the angriest green eyes Fizza had ever seen. It was Fletcher, Richard McIntres son! "You!" said Fizza."Were you spying on me?" "No! "Yes, you were! I saw you the other night. too!" Fletcher changed the subject. Anyway, you've broken my ankle!" he said, holding his leg "I broke your ankle? You were in the tree! You broke your own ankle!" ow!" said Fletcher again. Fizza suddenly felt a bit guilty for throwing him onto the ground