Morgan sat tall in the saddle, and Summer stood stock still at the start of the racetrack.

"Okay Summer. Remember to strike off from the correct leg!" Sherbert instructed.

"You got it-coach!" Summer grinned.

Sherbert grinned back, then said: "On your marks…get set…"

"GO!" Shouted Ezmerelda. Summer stayed still and stared.

"What did I tell you? I'm the coach!" Sherbert complained. "Okay Summer…GO!"

Summer took off.

"No no no! Wrong leg. Come back!" Sherbert called.

"Excuse me 'coach' but it doesn't matter which leg she takes off from in a race, as long as she goes fast!" Ezmerelda said.

"Erm…hello! She still needs to be taught just in case the race judges are perfectionists!" Sherbert replied.

Summer retreated back to the starting line.

"Okay…go again!" Sherbert called.

Summer took off again.

"Wrong leg! Summer…what did I tell you?" Sherbert sighed.

"Stop nagging!" Summer groaned.

Just then, Chase trotted in to view at the end of the track. "Hi Summer!" He called.

"Chase!" Summer answered. She took off at a gallop to go and meet him.

Once she'd stopped, Sherbert came cantering over accompanied by Ezmerelda.

"You did it Summer! You galloped on the correct leg!" Sherbert grinned.

"I'll do anything for love!" Summer replied, but then she quietly said: "oops!"

"You…Chase…? You're in love?" Sherbert asked.

Summer didn't like her tone.

"Yeah. Why?" Chase replied defensively.

Sherbert sighed and shook her head, as Morgan leapt out of the saddle and rode Sherbert bareback to the stables.

"I don't understand…I thought Sherbert would be happy. She's my friend." Summer said, looking hurt.

"Hmm…me too. We've never really got along!" Chase replied. "Ever since…" He broke off.

"What? Tell me!" Summer said.

"About a year back, me and Sherbert were really good friends. But then I had to go and ruin it didn't I?" Chase explained, pawing the ground.

"What happened?" Summer asked.

"I happened!"

"You mean you…?"

"Yes! We were so young, and I was confused. I thought she liked me like that." Chase grimaced.

"Oh. I'm sorry…" Summer said, lowering her head.

"It's okay. I heard her let slip to Ezmerelda and Rosie that she wished it had all happened now. She said she liked me… you know!" Chase admitted.

"Oh no! She must be so mad at me. I could just kick myself!" Summer replied, feeling angry at herself.

"It's not your fault. I only heard her say it last night after you and I…"

"Yeah."

There was a long silence.

"Maybe I'd better go and make up with Sherbert." Summr said at last.

"Okay. And Summer…I'm sorry I had to tell you." Chase replied.

Summer nodded. She understood.

As she walked away, Chase felt terrible. He lved Summer, now he was worried that he'd upset her.

"What have I done?" He whispered to himself, laying back his ears. He didn't want Summer and Sherbert to fight. He had to do something…