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.