Ern's Walmart Greeter
Jayce followed the class and the professor out to the racetrack thingy on the grounds, with his reddish brown horse-on-a-stick in hand. Grinning broadly at the strange wooden thing, he stroked it's coarse, thick, long black mane and scratched it behind it's ears. Jayce decided to treat it like a real animal, because it would make life that much more interesting.
Holding onto the pony with only one hand, (Yes, he was super skilled.) he adjusted the straw hat that rested atop of his head. Hehe. Quickly, making sure that he had a good grip on the wooden horse so that it wouldn't run away, he checked his brown cowboy boots which had gotten covered with dirt on the way over. Oh well.
Jayce walked towards the starting line and attempted to find a space between all the students.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________  _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |