Hot Potato

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Shelby raised her hand, catching the auctioneer's eye. It was impulsive, but she couldn't help it. 'Your parents are going to go bananas!' Lindsey whispered.
Shelby shrugged. 'I'll tell them it's your horse.'
'And what do I tell my mum?' her friend asked.
'Tell her it's my horse,' suggested Erin.
'And you're going to tell your mum that it's Shelby's, just like a hot potato,' Lindsey said.
When the girls buy a beautiful pony at the sales, they're sure that they can train it and sell it on for at least three times the money. But Hotty is not as easy to hid, or train, as they had imagined...