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made any real effort to escape.
    Jenny put her hand on Sammy's back. He had paused, satisfied not to go farther now that he had spotted what he had come for. “We have to rescue Chay from those mean folk,” she whispered. “I could untie him, so he could run but they'd only tie me up too. I wish I had something to make them go away, just long enough!”
    Sammy took off. “No!” she whisper-cried. “I didn't mean for you to—” But of course it was too late, as it always was with Sammy. When would she learn not to speak carelessly when he was listening?
    Well, there was no help for it. She had to follow him, though it delayed whatever action she might take to free the foal. Maybe that wasn't too much of a loss, because she had no idea how to free him. Still, she hardly needed distractions right now!
    Sammy led her to a tree. It had bright green leaves and bright red berries. Berries? No, those were cherries! It was a cherry tree. But she was in no mood to eat right now.
    "What possessed you to come here, when I said I needed something to make the mean little men go away?” she asked the cat, knowing he couldn't answer.
    He merely stood by the tree, ignoring it now that he had found it. His joy was in the search; once he found whatever he sought, he usually did ignore it.
    Perplexed, she reached up to pluck a cherry. It was round and red, but evidently not ripe, because its skin was hard, not soft. She touched her teeth to it, but could not dent it. The thing was like a wooden ball!
    She plucked another. It was just as bad. These couldn't be real cherries. Maybe they were there just to fool hungry people—and she was a hungry person, even though she didn't want to eat at the moment.
    Suddenly she was angry. Not only did she not want to eat, these cherries would be no good if she did want to! She hurled the two as far away from her as she could. They arced past the trees and came to the ground.
    Boom! Boom!
    Jenny stared. The two cherries hadn't bounced or rolled, they had exploded! There were two small craters in the ground where they had hit, and dirt and leaves were scattered around.
    Amazed, she looked at the tree. Cherries that exploded?
    And she had tried to bite into one! Suppose it had exploded when—
    Then something clicked in her head. Sammy had led her here, and maybe this was why. What would happen if she threw a cherry at the mean men?
    Jenny smiled. She did not regard herself as a mean person, but she thought maybe she could be mean for just a short time if she tried.
    She gathered a number of cherries and put them carefully—very carefully!—in her pockets. She carried two in her hands, too. Then she walked quietly back to where she had seen the mean men. She hoped they hadn't heard the two explosions. The cherry tree was some distance away, so maybe they hadn't.
    She was in luck: the party remained exactly as it had been before. The mean men seemed to be waiting for something, and of course the foal couldn't do anything.
    Now she had to plan this carefully. She had to drive off the men, then -run down and untie the foal so he could run away. His mother had talked to her, so probably he could too. She would tell him what she was doing. With luck, he would get away before the mean men knew what happened.
    Jenny was scared, but that didn't stop her. She just had to rescue that foal!
    She nerved herself, clenched her teeth, and hurled a cherry bomb down toward the party. She had a pretty good arm, and now she could really see where she was throwing. She aimed it so that the cherry wouldn't actually hit anyone, just land nearby.
    It worked perfectly. The bomb exploded right behind one of the mean men. He jumped right off the ground, his stubby legs running while he was still in the air. He thought somebody was attacking him—which was the general idea.
    Jenny threw another bomb. This one detonated behind one of the other men, and he ran off too. It was such a joy to see what she was doing! The foal was