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Runaway Pony (3) (Marguerite Henry's Misty Inn)
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About Runaway Pony
Product Description A lost pony is cause for a nighttime adventure on Chincoteague Island in this third book of a chapter book series inspired by Marguerite Henry’s Misty of Chincoteague. Full Moon Fancy, Fancy for short, is a pony with a knack for getting loose. First she just tramples a herb garden, then she knocks over a wall of a chicken coop, so the hens end up all over the yard and down on the beach. When she gets out one too many times, Willa and Ben are worried she’s lost. They set out to track her down—in the moonlight! Will they find the runaway pony, or is Fancy lost for good? About the Author Kristin Earhart is the author of many books for young readers, among them titles in the Stablemates, Big Apple Barn, and Magic School Bus chapter book series. A former children’s book editor, she lives with her husband and son in Brooklyn, New York. Serena Geddes has been illustrating children’s books since 2009. She has illustrated the Lulu Bell books and has also worked for Walt Disney Animation Australia on sequels to The Lion King, Peter Pan Return to Neverland, Lady and the Tramp, and The Jungle Book. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Runaway Pony Chapter 1 FULL MOON FANCY. THE NAME sounded magical. Willa let the words swirl in her head. She couldn’t believe there was a new pony at Miller Farm. “Just Fancy for short,” Grandma Edna insisted. “No need for long, frilly names around here.” When Grandma said “here,” she meant the animal rescue center she ran. It was home to goats, chickens, rabbits, and especially ponies—Chincoteague ponies. Ben and Willa hurried over to the small paddock to meet Fancy. “Where is she?” Ben wondered, glancing at his big sister. Willa searched the field. “The small pasture’s empty, Grandma,” Willa called across the yard. Grandma looked up. Her scowl pushed her eyebrows low. She stood up from her rosebushes. “Now don’t tell me,” she murmured. Grandma made her way over to where Willa and Ben stood. “Sure enough,” she announced, examining the area. “We’ve got a pony to find. You two look on the other side of the house. I’ll check behind the barn.”
