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.

She dragged the yellow step stool over to the cookbook shelf and climbed up. Standing on tiptoe, she reached for a book with a shiny red cover. It was too big and too heavy to hold while she jumped down, so she laid it on the counter. Then she thudded to the floor from the top step of the stool, tucked the fat book under her arm, and pranced back to the bedroom.

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