Gizmo, The Ex-Race Horse - Part 1
So... this is how our story begins. In a muddy field, in the middle of nowhere.
It was a normal day. As usual, I walked my dog, Poppy who is a Tanned Jack Russell. We started walking down our usual route, clambered through the twisted oak trees until we came to a stop at an empty field.
"We must have taken a wrong turn." I said to Poppy who obviously didn't care. "Best we head back the way we came." Just as I said this, Poppy darted through the broken fence leading to the field. "POPPY!!! POPPY COME BACK HERE NOW!!!" I yelled across the field hoping she would turn around, but she didn't. I had to go after her or she might get lost, I thought.
I began running through the untamed grass. At this point, I was panicking. We are usually back at the farm by now. I screamed for her hoping she would realise that I'm worried. I ran around and couldn't find her but I had got myself lost in this field. My hazel hair smacked against my face, wiping the tears that were rolling down my rosy cheeks.
Suddenly, I heard thuds against the ground from a distance. They became louder as if they were coming closer...
Look out for Part 2 if you like it!