The race
As the crowd roared like lions in the shivering cold trying to stay warm. While the trees gently sway left to right with some autumnal leaves gliding down like a feather.
On the field, the runners leaped over the decaying hurdle. And a massive muddy sloppy footprint engraved mud they left on the moist ground. Running with mud spotted on the vibrant trainers like paint on a wall as it drips down.
The boy runs in the dense mud as he runs as fast as lightning while the furoshes wind crashes on them like waves on rocks. The parents stand in the sloppy mud as a boy runs outside the track trying to keep up with first place.
After a long day of running at the end, they all tried their best even with the rain and the mud and the wind but they were all demand to reach the finish line
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