The sun glistened off the front of the saddle. I was riding Miss Brody. She started to go back. Smack went the crop. She zoomed forward. Then I hopped over a cross jump. I was proud of her.
I gave Miss Brody her food and I took her saddle and bridle off. I carefully placed her cover on and put her tack away in the tack shed.
Then I took her halter off and shut the gate and put her away.
I shake the packet of cat biscuits teasing Bella as usual. She stretches her long body across the flax like her own lazy self.
I pick up the black cat bowl and tip some biscuits in. Bella nudges me accidentally on purpose and I spill the biscuits.
Of course she eats the biscuits off the floor for me.
I was standing in my backyard. The frosty grass made my feet go numb. I had an extra boost of energy because I had a really good sleep last night, so my slug gun wasn’t too heavy.
Chills flooded through my body like I had just scared a rabbit. I was moving closer and closer to an old kauri stump in the corner of our garden. I got in position for a shot.
Then some flickering came from a dark hole. A fluffy brown ball dashed out from the hole. I took aim and squeezed the trigger. It was a rabbit. Bang! It dropped like a stone.
I was walking to my room with my blanket, lazily of course. As I walked through the door I saw a daddy long legs. But as I looked closer to the bed I realised that it was not a daddy long legs.
My arachnophobia triggered. My heart beat twice as fast. I hastily walked to the bed to notice its white tail. I nearly shrieked. I got a tea towel and tried to lift it off.
It jumped on me. I whacked the spider off with the tea towel. Too late. It had bitten me.
I went back to bed and lay the blanket across the bed. As I reached for the pillows I realised they were not there. I sighed and opened the cupboard to get the pillows and chucked them on the bed.
great poems room tui2 and nice writing like the colours
My storie is suppose to be flat not flax