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Izzy's soft brown eyes flew open wildly-it was time. Izzy ran down the stairs and flung the door wide- open. It was a raging storm outside but that wasn't going to stop her - she had to get to Blaze. The wind whipped her mouse-brown hair as she ran to the back of the shed, hauled out her bike and rode out into the rain. It seemed like an eternity to get to Winterflood Farm.. By Rebecca Gibbins
