he Horse said, "I can take you to her."

"What?" said Tom, "To who?"

"Sabrina."

"You know Sabrina?" Tom said, as he stood up.

Taking a few steps around the left side of his bed, Tom said, "How do you know her? Why does she come here? Who is she? Why are you a talking horse?" Tom shot the questions out so quickly that he was completely out of breath by the time he finished.

"Woah there, little fella. Could you limit it to fifty-seven questions at a time?" the Horse said, smiling.

"Sorry," said Tom. "I'm kind of in shock."

"I understand," said the Horse, "But we don't have much time." His voice grew softer and more serious, "You must trust me when I say that your questions will be answered soon but right now you must go with me to rescue Sabrina."

"Rescue her?" said Tom, "From what?"

"There's no time," said the Horse, "Get on my back and we'll be off. She can answer your questions when we find her. Now let's go!"

"But how? Should I ride you somewhere?" Tom said, looking confused.

"No, I'll take care of everything," said the Horse. The Horse started moving away from the wall and rolling towards Tom under its own power. "Get up on the bed and then hop on my back."

Tom was suddenly paralyzed with fear. Was he mad? Was he heading into danger? Should he wake up Mom and Dad and tell him his bicycle was talking to him? How would that go over?

"Tom!" said the Horse.

Without another thought, Tom swung his guitar around by its shoulder strap to rest on his back, stepped up on his bed and placed his right foot on the Horse's right pedal. He then swung his left leg over the top of the Horse and grabbed onto the saddle horn. The Horse rolled forward a few feet to its left, then rolled backwards into the corner of the room where Tom had been sitting. They were aimed straight at the window.

"Hold on, this ride could be a little bumpy," said the Horse.

Tom gripped the saddle horn tight in both hands. The Horse started rolling towards the large glass window, at an alarming speed, so Tom shut his eyes and buried his face in the Horse's mane. He was sure they would be crashing through the window in a few seconds and that he would be torn to shreds by a million glass shards. He awaited the impact for what seemed like an eternity but then opened his eyes just as they reached the window.

Instead of hearing the loud crashing sound that he expected, Tom was surprised to notice that the room was perfectly silent. The window had turned into a circle of soft yellow light that enveloped both horse and rider. He felt as if they had just jumped into a giant lemon meringue pie. Tom's nose was filled with the scent of flowers as his eyelids became so heavy that they closed again of their own accord and he slumped down on top of the Horse, fast asleep. As he drifted off, Tom wondered where they would be when he woke up, or, for that matter, if he would ever wake up again.

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