Oct 03 2018, 01:24 PM
A chrysalis rested inches in the mud. Its green, oblong shape was speckled with the sticky substance of the bog. It almost appeared to have risen from the murky depths of the ground. Inside rested a small donkey. Its long legs stressed the side of its jade home. Cracks had already begun to form along its surface and the mud had begun to seep in. The small creature inside stirred with discomfort. It was slick and now it smelled so strange. He opened his eyes, they were alight with anger. He kicked hard with all legs, shattering his muddy prison.
The results of this sudden action were no to his liking. Instead of getting out of the mud, the little donkey found himself rolling in it as he struggled to gain his footing. His hooves kept sinking into the mud as he attempted to drag himself out of the mud. It took so much effort that his thin legs were shaking by the time he clambered on to a flat rock.
The foal collapsed on the solid ground, his nostrils flaring from the strain. His neck was stretched over the rock, his eyes wandering the area. Not far from him he could see another stone that seemed to be much like his. The pale foal blinked, staring at the stone. He could sense something was soon to happen.
@dandelion
The results of this sudden action were no to his liking. Instead of getting out of the mud, the little donkey found himself rolling in it as he struggled to gain his footing. His hooves kept sinking into the mud as he attempted to drag himself out of the mud. It took so much effort that his thin legs were shaking by the time he clambered on to a flat rock.
The foal collapsed on the solid ground, his nostrils flaring from the strain. His neck was stretched over the rock, his eyes wandering the area. Not far from him he could see another stone that seemed to be much like his. The pale foal blinked, staring at the stone. He could sense something was soon to happen.
@dandelion