Extract - The Travelling Bookshop by Katrina Nannestad illustrated by Cheryl Orsini

I lean forward and look down at our horse. She’s a Clydesdale, a chestnut giant with white socks and hooves the size of dinner plates. ‘Morning, Flossy!’ I sing. Flossy swishes her tail, tosses her head and plods on. Once she’s decided where to take us, nothing will stop her. Not borders or rivers or mountain ranges. Not even an ocean will stand in her way. ‘Daddy,’ says Nat, ‘are you going to nail Mim’s pants to the roof?’ ‘No way!’ I shout. ‘I mean, no thanks. I’ll be safe enough if I sit here in the middle of the picnic blanket.’ Dad pours three cups of

tea and holds out a plate piled high with cupcakes.

‘Cupcakes for breakfast?’

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