The fight

Screaming fighting we are a group of angry rions charging at the herd of zebras. Shouting furiously was a nightmare. Kicking madly at my mean messy sisters. The war has started. Looking low looking high my anger grew like a cub growing into a mighty lion. Crying as I got hit badly and blamed. I was losing my power I was busied my sisters we giraffes looking down and kicking like I was a little gray stone. My mouth whined I got louder and louder. I was not controlling my anger and I regret what I blurted out I little bit. Angrily I threw open the black door slam impatiently I talked to myself. I was going to get them back but how? While I was wondering I could hear the evil laugh coming from the ugly mean witches I was doomed. Ting I had a brainwave. Sneaky I close the door lightly and got a bucket and some rope closing the door behind me I fill the bucket with water. I hear the door opening I pull the ruff rope splash went the water right onto……... mum

HORSE RIDING

Slowly hair tickles my arms. Staring carefully,my eyes are glued onto the screaming path. Angry dirt flickers into my face. Softly i stroke the fluffy chestnut coat. The thought of the view tickles my brain.

The trees sighed as the crazy wind brushed there verdant leaves away. The creature is a wild bull pounding the bushy green ground with all it’s might . My nerves start to shake . i was trying to discord the harmful monster ,and it worked . I was elated for taming the chestnut pony

Trying to avoid the rocks and prickis. Me and my pony were very brave and happy. I fund the murner very abhorret. My pony reminded me that i wasn’t always the boss. It was the very best pony ride ever in my life.