Description #1 for writers craft (:

Trotalot! Trotalot! I burst through the bright opening of the dense, dark Forest. The surrounding hay and manure-like stench is slowly replaced as a refreshing smell seeps into my nostrils. The strong fresh heavenly smell given off by gorgeously swaying lilacs and the radiant golden rods. A cool fairy tale summers breeze blows my luscious hair back off my sun gleaming face. Blows the thick healthy unthouched grass making the illusion of water-like ripples travelling right under my nose off into the distance land far along the rotten, well-worked fence. I kiss with my pursed lips, making my shiny black stallion jump back, high in the air circling his hooves and taking off through the colourful valley once again.