" Giddy-up, giddy-up!" she cried, switching her horse's flanks with one of her mother's long knitting needles as a riding crop. " Take it easy!" Bear protested. " I'm going as fast as I can!" Caroline had to laugh at the sight. " Now if you don't ride nicely, I'll buck you off and run for the woods!" " No, you won't," retorted Bianca smugly. " It's too cold out there. Giddy-up! "