Lynn Learns to Bake a Cake

Lynn was galloping away on her hobbyhorse when Mom came in to turn down the covers and plump up the pillow. "All right, Cowgirl. Tether your horse and come to the bunkhouse. Your bunk is ready."

Lynn dismounted and dropped the reins over the bedpost. She hung her hat on a peg and was nestled in, when presto! up she sat and twirled out of bed. "Wait a minute, Mom." Like a pony herself, she loped out to the kitchen.

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