The sun was blazing in the bright blue sky. Dust was getting picked up by the strong winds, blowing all around before digging into a deep-red pelt. Ficus galloped through the sandy rocks, bouncing off any slight ledge he could find. He didn’t know where he was, nor did he care, but he was having the time of his life. His bell jingled pleasantly in his tail with each thrum of his hooves, every hop, every leap. It had been a long and dreadful morning, getting fu...
