Descriptive writing practice (donkey)

“Swooshh”, that was the sound of the wind blowing through the mountains. The thousands of white cotton candy bubbles covering the icy blue sky set the mood of the day. Behind the mountains one could hope fresh, crispy air would be found because near the donkey there was no chance. The only fresh and wildly thing about this landscape was the single piece of vegetation right in front of the donkey’s eyes. Its camouflage green colour allowed it to fit in with the rest of the crumbling rocks and dust on the ground. The hooves of the donkey stomping against the ground disturbed the tranquillity of wind. The donkey was carrying what looked like a whole supply store of miscellaneous objects which were all hanging connected together by two 3mm thick strings.The intertwining of all the strings going from one object to another was as if a murder was being solved. Just like when solving a murder, you keep finding out that more things are with each other.

The Donkey’s saddle matched perfectly with the collar that it was wearing. The slightest emotion of pride had been given off in the donkey’s facial expression, which made it blatantly obvious that he was proud of his outfit choice. Despite being in a lifeless area where almost no vegetation could grow and air was almost just plain dust, the donkey held its pride and stayed fierce.