(Described from the Dog's Perspective)
I stick my nose up in the air to smell the foul scent
of sheep’s droppings. The tanginess of the pines in the distance wafting
through my black nostrils.
I can feel the spongy, muddy grass beneath my paws as
I pad along herding up the sheep. There is an occasional cow pat seeping
through my claws with a mucky, yet soothing feeling.
I can already taste the juicy, chewy raw meat as I
run to my owner, dreaming of a giant bone.
I prick my ears to hear donkey’s bellowing loudly to
each other, the horses stomping in the stable, restless after a long gallop.
I look around soaking in the view of trees and fields
longing for a refreshing run in the forest. The sun sinking in the sky, leaving
a pink and orange glow.
Great piece of writing Sammy. I'm pretty sure the setting is a farm, there are some great clues which indicate that. I love the description of the cow pat seeping through the paws. Keep up the good work, Mrs Q
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