A plan is hatched

The days passed. The piggy bank was noticeably fatter thanks to the ridiculous donations, Max and Sternchen too. They were so spoiled that they hardly looked at stale bread and old carrots. It had to be pieces of sugar or apples.
When the girls were standing at the paddock again, feeding and petting them, Hanni had to go to the bushes for a moment. And as it is, the flashes of inspiration do not always come when you try so hard to produce one, but sometimes on the most impossible occasions. The moment she buttoned her jeans again, he came.
She went back to the others. Mr. Zierer had appeared.
"Well," said Hanni, "we want to buy the horses. We haven't quite got the money yet, but soon."
The farmer chewed on his cigarette. "It should be fine with me. Eight blue ones on the table in the house and Max and Sternchen are yours."
"There's something else," continued Hanni."Would you lend us both of them for a few hours beforehand, for example next Saturday?"
The friends looked at Hanni in astonishment. They did not understand what she was trying to do with her question. Even Nanni didn't realize that.
Mr. Zierer shrugged his shoulders. "As far as I am. If you don't do nonsense. I don't want any trouble."
"We're definitely not doing any nonsense," promised Hanni. "We just want to introduce Max and Sternchen .... well."
"Aha," grinned the farmer. "Do you have a millionaire hooking the nag?"
"Maybe..."

"What are you going to do?" The others pounced on Hanni when Herr Zeirer had left. “Do you actually know someone?” Hanni shook her head.
"No. But I have an idea."
"Come on, don't make it so exciting! Talk about it!"
"All the people we asked, Ms. Theobald, the parents and all the others, refused to help Max and Sternchen. There are of course a lot of other people, also in our area, for example in the small town and in the villages around it .But we don't know them and they don't know anything about Max and Sternchen. So I thought to myself, if we went down into town with the two of them on Saturday and would line up on the town square ... When there is a market, many farmers come from abroad .. "
The friends looked at her almost in awe.
"That we didn't think of it long ago!" Said Carlotta.
"If the Theobald finds out ...", Petra pointed out.
"Then she goes up every wall in Lindenhof that she can find," Jenny continued unmoved.
"We have to expect that we will get into trouble afterwards if the matter comes out," said Hanni. "Our Theobaldine can't stand what she calls publicity. But if we put our horses in this way, it's worth detention or an exit ban."
"Us too," shouted the others.
"Well, Hanni's proposal was accepted unanimously," explained Nanni. "Now we should make a detailed plan."

The next day the council of war took place under the chestnut tree, although it was cool.The wind chased the first yellow leaves. Mamsell watched the figures wrapped in sweaters and jackets and was worried. "Frau Martin, we should bring the girls into the house. They'll catch a cold," she said.
Frau Martin smiled.
"Let's let them have the fun. They talk to each other and want to be undisturbed. They won't freeze to death."
"Are you hatching some nonsense again? A prank? Or are you preparing one of those terrible midnight celebrations?"
“No,” said Ms. Martin firmly, “certainly not. You have problems.” She knew from Max and Sternchen and Ms. Theoblad's decision not to take the animals into Lindenhof. She herself had phoned some acquaintances. But she had always lived in a big city, her friends weren't landowners or farmers, but people who lived somewhere on the umpteenth floor. They would have liked to help the girls and thus the girls. She couldn't. at least they should have the opportunity to talk about what moved them.It was uncomfortable under the chestnut. Nanni had chosen the wrong seat and therefore a wet bottom. Anne mourned the sweets in her room. Elli was annoyed that she had come. She had wanted to untwist her hair and try a new hairstyle. "Point one," said Hanni. "On Saturday morning we bring a table to the marketplace very early. Then comes the piggy bank. Behind it a poster: Save two old horses from the knacker! - Would you paint the poster, Anja?"
"Of course, gladly. It's just that I can't get the horses out the way I want."
Marion laughed. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you draw cows with horse heads or horses with cow heads. The main thing is that people are attracted."
Anja was a little offended. She didn't want to be the mockery of all of Rottstadt. She had inherited the talent of her father, who was a graphic artist, but drawing horses is not easy. She would just practice a bit, in the worst case, take a photo as a template."Two point," said Elli suddenly. "Flowers. Everyone who donates should get a flower."
Most of the girls didn't particularly like Elli, she only thought about herself and what she thought was her beauty. But if for once a reasonable thought had space in her head besides her own person, one had to acknowledge it.
"Great, Elli, you're fine," Boby praised her.
"Okay, so you take care of the flowers," said Hanni and ticked off item two on her list.
“Me?” Elli was horrified. She hadn't meant it like that.
"Clear."
"Should I ask Frau Theobald for it? Klaune ....., I can't do that."
"Spin out somewhere else," said Hanni in an almost friendly tone. "Ask Mr. Holzbauer about it. Say, we wanted to thank someone for something. That's not even a lie. We thank you with the flowers for a donation."
"We have to make people aware of us," Marion mused aloud.
Anne said dryly that they didn't need to worry about that."If you don't look when we show up with two horses, you can't be helped."
"Still," insisted Marion. "Anything ..., m a little more."
They all thought. All the little gray cells of the fourth were working feverishly. The wind had picked up. Hanni's left leg lay across an ant road. The train struggled bravely over the high alpine obstacle. At least the inside of the striped socks was suitable for a short break. Hanni scratched and thought at the same time.
Then Nanni said in the silence: "It's very simple. We put on our costumes, the western dresses from back then. And we sing. Two or three of them play guitar."
"Man, Nanni, if you didn't exist you would have to be invented", Jenny explained.
And hanni said: "It's great when you have a twin who does the thinking for you."