Room 3 GBS

Clip, clop! Clip, clop!  The drumroll beat of Hopi's hooves echoed over the water. The smell of  horse hair filled my nose as he broke into a trot. "Up, down, up, down." were the thoughts that went through my head.The rushing river flowed like molten glass over the shiny brown rocks. Clip, clop! Clip, clop! Hopi tossed his head and snorted as we slowed to a walk. His shiny brown mane was silky soft under my fingers when I reached out to stroke him. Huge green willow trees divided us from the river as if a humongous natural curtain had just been drawn across the damp riverbank. THUD!!! The loud noise broke the natural silence. "What was that?" I thought. I glanced backwards and saw a figure sitting on the dry ground, tying it's shoelaces.