I scatter at the beginning of the race.
I rush to the end.
I sleep at night, and then in the morning I pull the rope
And I howl!
I have fluffy fur,
And that’s how I stay warm from the biting wind.
I skid around curves while I’m running almost every time.
I run.
I see the northern lights.
I gobble down food.
I am the lead dog.
Your picture is really good. I wish I could be a lead dog…..writersworkshopblog