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As the mud splotches messily I cheer on the sideline. Elegantly the trees sway side to side like dancing giraffes. While I cheered them on they started to huff and puff, I was freezing like a frozen popsicle. Slowly the sky started to go gloomy and dark, I zipped up my jacket As speedy as a jet they were thriving through the course.
Furiously they launch up jumping over the weather damaged hurdle. When they jump down mud splashes. The vast field was a giant mud pit made perfectly for a bunch of pigs. I crossed my arms as the weather turned into a tsunami. It also felt like the wind was controlling me.
While the runners run,they only have 1 lap to go so I continue to cheer them on. Watching along I get splattered with mud on the leg, they turn on their fierce faces. There they ZOOM past the finish line! Everyone clapped their hands, then they've all won a victory no matter what place they have come.
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