The Wrong Letter
One morning the postman came down Elm Road. In his bag were two letters. They looked like this: Miss P Jones 10 Elm Road Bilton ; Miss F Jones 79 Elm Road Bilton
There were two Miss Jones in Elm Road. Pippa Jones lived at number 10. She was mad about ponies. Flo Jones lived at number 79. She was mad about football. But that morning the postman had broken his glasses and he couldn’t see very well. That’s how the mix-up began.
Pony-mad Pippa was out at the stable when her letter came. Pippa had a pony called Blossom who was a champion jumper. She gave Blossom some oats and a kiss on the nose. Then her dad stuck his head out of the back door. Pippa, there is a letter for you.
Football-mad Flo was in the garden when her letter arrived. Flo played for Redland Rovers. She was wearing her Rovers kit as usual. She dribbled past the cat and swerved round the swing. Thud. the ball hit the back door. goal. cried Flo. Flo! called her mum. Stop that racket and come inside. There’s a letter for you.
Flo tore open her letter. It said: Dear Miss Jones, The Junior Cup is on Saturday at Chestnut field. We hope to see you there. Wow! said Flo. I’m playing in the Cup Final on Saturday. Redland Rovers will win for sure. At 10 Elm Road, Pippa was also reading her letter. Dear Miss Jones, The Junior Cup Final is on Saturday at Redland Park. We hope to see you there. Fantastic, said Pippa. I’m riding Blossom in the Junior Cup. We are sure to win.
Pippa and Flo couldn’t wait for Saturday to come. They didn’t notice that they had got the wrong letter. They were both going to the wrong place. On Saturday morning Pippa rode Blossom to Redland Park. Down the road they passed Flo on her way to Chestnut Field. Pippa stared at Flo in her red and white football kit. Fancy dressing up like that to play a stupid game of football, she thought to herself. Flo stared at Pippa in her black riding hat and boots. Fancy dressing up like that to ride a boring old pony, she thought to herself.
Pippa arrived at Redland Park. But where were the other ponies? All she could see was the Redland Rovers team kicking a ball. Excuse me, said Pippa. Where are the fences to jump?
The Rovers team laughed. This is a football match. Ponies can’t play. said one. Rovers’ captain went over to Pippa. Have you seen Flo Jones? She hasn’t come yet and we’re one player short. ‘I don’t know anyone called Flo,’ said Pippa. ‘My name is Pippa Jones.’ ‘Well, you’ll have to play then,’ said the captain. ‘Hurry up and get changed, kick-off is in five minutes.’
Pippa was horrified. She didn’t want to play football. She wanted to ride Blossom in the Junior Cup. She tried to explain but the Rovers team didn’t listen. They pushed her into the changing room. They gave her football boots and a shirt. The shirt came to her knees. And the boots pinched her feet. When Pippa ran she kept tripping over her laces. They lined up for kick-off and the referee blew his whistle to start the game.
The ball came whizzing towards Pippa. ‘What shall I do with it?’ she wailed. ‘Just kick it that way,’ shouted Rovers’ captain. Pippa kicked the ball. ‘Youch, my toe.’ she yelled.
The ball went to one of the Blue team. Pippa tried to get it back. But she tripped over her laces and fell in a muddy puddle. ‘This is all a mistake.’ moaned Pippa. ‘I’m in the wrong place.’
Flo was in the wrong place too. She was in Chestnut Field. But where was the Cup Final? All she could see were girls trotting round on ponies. ‘What is all this?’ Flo asked a man in a brown hat. ‘It’s the Junior Show. I am Mr. Trotter, one of the judges. What is your name?’
‘Flo Jones. I am here to play football.’ Mr. Trotter wasn’t listening. He was busy looking at a list of names. ‘Ah yes. Here you are. Miss Jones. You are jumping twenty-third.’ ‘Jumping? Me?’ Flo turned pale. ‘But I can’t ... I haven’t