Going to market

It was a Saturday morning were I wake of dressed in colorful and nice looking gown, though no one can smile but a rose flower hit my pointed nose.

I glance through a window where I sees the green grace smiling at me and sarine from tree that doves sing their melodouts songs.

As I was heading to the market, I saw a goat with nine tails grazing over a River and it says to me "good morning!"

I didn't care but a sheep laught that called my attention, nobody was there then.