Today was such a bland day. The sky was cloaked by a field of gloomy gray, while the grasses had lost their greenish sheen. Trees had become bear, and their clothes had become a boring brown. A musky smell wafted through nostrils, and a slight chill of wind ruffled hair.
"How boring." The orange mare sighed, brown eyes halfway covered. A yawn pushed its way out of her throat, and she settled her shin upon her forelegs again. It may have been the middle of the day, but she felt like sleeping already.
"How boring." The orange mare sighed, brown eyes halfway covered. A yawn pushed its way out of her throat, and she settled her shin upon her forelegs again. It may have been the middle of the day, but she felt like sleeping already.
