07-11-2018, 02:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]her paws sank in the marsh as she trudged across the land. she turned her nose up in disgust as she sank even further into the wetland’s depths. who can even stand to live like this? always sinking in the muck? it probably never comes out! she inwardly groaned at the thought. she would have continued further into the wetlands, hoping for an end to the swampish land, but caught the scent of a border marker. or at least, what she assumed was one. so, she stood there, hoping someone would come quickly to her rescuse.