Chapter 6

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Judy rang me early in the morning.

"Hey Eliza, what are you doing this arvo? I need to find a dress for tomorrow."

"Uh nothing," I said quickly. "I need to find one too."

If it wasn't for all the other girls I would have happily worn shorts.

"Can we catch the bus to Wagga Wagga after school then?"

"Yes, of course."

"I'll see you at school then." She said in farewell.

I hung up the phone allowing myself to slide out of bed. How the hell was I going to find a dress? I hated dresses.

"Lizzie, can you feed the horses?" Mum reminded me.

I death, stared my door. It was hard enough getting ready for school.

It was surprisingly warm outside. I looked out towards the canola fields, but my gaze got distracted by a horse in the distance. It was Penelope.

"Penny," I yelled, tapping the bucket against the fence.

She was lying down probably having a morning snooze. I decided it would be better to take the feed to her. Making my way down the paddock, I eventually reached her. Her head rested on the grass.

"Why, you look exhausted. Food." I insisted, tapping it again.

She didn't move.

"Penny, get up. Why are you so lazy?" I muttered.

I tapped the bucked again and this time her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me before breathing heavily.

"Penny?" I said, now fearful.

Something was terribly wrong. She moved her head before moaning into the grass.

"Shit." I snapped fumbling for my phone.

I rang Mum first but she didn't respond. Deciding that my parents were too unreliable, I dialled Luke.

"Hey Lizzie, did you just miss the bus?" He asked. "I'm happy to give you a lift."

"Penelope," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"What?" He insisted.

He sounded concerned.

"She's on the ground moaning."

"Get her up," He said urgently. "You can't let her lie down."

"How the hell am I meant to get her up, Luke?"

"I don't know, Lizzie but a horse with colic can't stay on the ground. You don't want her rolling and twisting her bowels."

"So that's what it is?" I whimpered, running a hand over her neck.

"Most likely. I'm coming over now."

He came running out the back in his uniform, my parents at his side.

"We called the vet," Mum said, her breath uneven.

In the time that they had come, I had managed to get Penelope standing upright.

"She said to walk her around. We don't want her lying down again."

I nodded, forcing her to follow me in several circles.

"She'll be okay," Dad said positively.

I glanced back at my horse. I could see the pain in her eyes. As much as I wanted to believe Dad, my conscience told me otherwise.

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