Post by Vanco on Feb 16, 2009 19:41:04 GMT -5
Forrest ran along the dirt road until his paws were sore. The day had dragged on and the sun was starting to burn his forehead. As he kept walking, he passed a near by field. The grass was wet from the morning dew and had not been spoiled yet. His tail started wagging as he lept over the white fence onto the perfect blades of grass. When his paws and the grass met, He let out a sigh and toppled over. He rolled on the grass until he hit a small bush by a big tree. The warmth of the sun felt good on his fur and for the first time, he stopped to enjoy it. Basking in the sun was way different than the way he used to live. All the commotion of the city was driving him insane for the longest time. So he left his small dumpster and ran away to the country where it never rained. (or so he was told) in the depth of spring when the birds sang, He wished for some rain just to shut them up. To him, birds were annoying little creatures that just wanted attention.
After a while, He stood up and stretched his legs far in front so that his muscles would wake up. He put his paw in front and fell. His leg was numb. " i guess sleeping on it does that" He thought to him self.
After a while, He stood up and stretched his legs far in front so that his muscles would wake up. He put his paw in front and fell. His leg was numb. " i guess sleeping on it does that" He thought to him self.
