Moondance Alexander Page #3

Tumbleweed Stables.

Would you mind if l went

with you to drop him off?

I think you have that delivery

to make this morning.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry about that, Mr. McClancy.

Well, that's all right. You can make it

up to me if you help me load the horse.

Yeah. I'd like that.

Come on, Checkers.

- Well, that does it.

- Thanks again for everything, Buck.

No problem.

No problem at all.

Bye, Checkers.

Don't worry, honey. We'll find something fun

for you to do this summer.

Sure, Mom.

Oh, well, this is just perfect.

Tumbleweed Stables?

No way!

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Checkers?

How are you?

They got you locked up, don't they?

Well, can't say that I blame them.

- Who are you? What do you want?

- Oh, um, I'm the one who-

- Speak up.

- Well, I-m-I'm-

- I'm trying.

- You're trespassing.

You know that, don't you?

I'm the one who found your horse.

You found my horse?

Yes, sir. Um, I was just coming by to check

and make sure that he's okay.

He's fine.

Right. Well...

I can see that.

Can I ask you what his name is?

- Tinkerbell.

- Tinkerbell? But... he's a boy.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I was wondering.

How did he get out?

That's for me to worry about.

Okay. I guess I'll be leaving then.

Can I ask you just one more thing?

What?

Do you need any help

around this place?

- I mean, I was looking for a second summer job.

- I'm not hiring.

Right. Well, you don't

have to pay me.

- How about a trade?

- What kind oftrade?

I could clean out the stalls

and feed the horses...

and in exchange, you can

let me ride... Tinkerbell.

What's your name?

Moondance Alexander.

Hmm. Good name.

Thanks. Nobody's ever said that before.

Well, except my mother.

I'm Dante Longpre.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Longpre.

So, what do you say?

Is it a good trade?

Sorry.

Well, is- is that a ''no'?

- I'm thinking.

- Right! No. You-You think.

Check that out.

It was off the wall.

Loved it.

Nice pants.

You know, Moondance, we do have

this new thing called dry cleaning.

- I had an accident.

- That's more than we needed to know.

I'm just curious. Do you ever look in the mirror

before you leave the house in the morning?

I- I never really thought about it.

- You should try it sometime.

- Yeah, it's actually offensive...

that we have to experience

your fashion disasters on a daily basis.

Well, then- then don't look.

- Like we have a choice.

- Whatever.

Oh, my God.

That is such a great shot.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, I gotta get this.

Freddie, you're such an oaf!

This is going straight

on the Internet.

Hey! Megan, Fiona, check this out.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry.

Well, it looks like you ate it.

Yeah. It- It was really intense.

- What happened?

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