She even hated the smell of fish. Then she noticed that he didn't have a hshing rod or even a net. "Where's your fishing rod?" she asked. "I don't have one he said, without looking at her. "Oh? So how did you catch them?" she asked. Fletcher just held his dirty hands up in front of her and then turned his back on her "He caught those fish with his hands? I dont think so!" thought Fizza. taking an immediate dislike to this rude boy And they didn't speak again for the rest of the trip. Later, after supper, Fizza was practicing her judo outside the cottage when she noticed a dark shape coming down the hill. As it got closer, se realized it was a black and white horse that was being ridden very quickly. She jumped out of the way to let it pass. Although the animal was so close she could hear its heavy breath, she couldn't see who the rider was because their face was covered by a green scarf Horses scared Fi especially when they were going that fast. "Stupid fool she said as she watched the dangerous rider disappear down the hill. The next evening. after a pleasant day on the beach, Fraa was practicing her judo when she saw the black and white horse again. This time its rider had stopped it at the top the field and they appeared to be looking down at the cottage. They remained like this for a few seconds before riding away Fizza was sure that it was the same horse and probably the same rider. But who was it? On the third evening Fizzas mom and dad made plans for dinner