My Favorite Place in the World
I wrote this as a descriptive piece for school... :)
It was that time of the month again when my master would take me out on a special walk. I was very picky about my walks and refused to go out to anywhere else, but my favorite place in the world. It was Ruby Lake. I enjoyed going there at sunset. I scratched on the car door anxious to get out and start frolicking through the thick grass. My master opened the door and immediately I broke into a sprint toward the lake.
Ruby Lake looked magnificent. It was situated near a grass field that had the most beautiful flowers, from lilies to daffodils. The sun cast an orange haze, turning the lake's color into a glorious shade of red. The scene was superb. The cool evening breeze wrinkled the water in the lake and made the tall cedar trees sway gently. There was a small pier where birds were flocked together. I rushed towards them and barked loudly. They took off into the sky and disappeared behind the clouds. I watched as a group of teenagers strolled past me, enjoying what remained of the day.
I dashed into the thick grass, feeling the cold gusts of wind against my coat. The hair on my tail stood up as my body took in the icy feel of the breeze. The lake was rather muddy and I liked it that way. I pushed my paws into the moist soil and liked dew off the grass.
The air was damp and smelled off marsh water. I could also smell the sharp scent of rotten fruit from mango trees nearby. The mixed aromas were rich. I felt a sudden vertigo.
I turned my ears up to listen to the sounds. My master tossed stones into the water which made soft splashing noises. I heard the distant laughter of the teenagers, and the synchronized hooting of owls that had just woken up. And then a blanket of silence fell over the lake. I sat down on the grass and laid my head on my paws, gazing at the brilliant scenery, and waiting for my owner to call out to me.
Ruby Lake looked magnificent. It was situated near a grass field that had the most beautiful flowers, from lilies to daffodils. The sun cast an orange haze, turning the lake's color into a glorious shade of red. The scene was superb. The cool evening breeze wrinkled the water in the lake and made the tall cedar trees sway gently. There was a small pier where birds were flocked together. I rushed towards them and barked loudly. They took off into the sky and disappeared behind the clouds. I watched as a group of teenagers strolled past me, enjoying what remained of the day.
I dashed into the thick grass, feeling the cold gusts of wind against my coat. The hair on my tail stood up as my body took in the icy feel of the breeze. The lake was rather muddy and I liked it that way. I pushed my paws into the moist soil and liked dew off the grass.
The air was damp and smelled off marsh water. I could also smell the sharp scent of rotten fruit from mango trees nearby. The mixed aromas were rich. I felt a sudden vertigo.
I turned my ears up to listen to the sounds. My master tossed stones into the water which made soft splashing noises. I heard the distant laughter of the teenagers, and the synchronized hooting of owls that had just woken up. And then a blanket of silence fell over the lake. I sat down on the grass and laid my head on my paws, gazing at the brilliant scenery, and waiting for my owner to call out to me.
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