a week to beat the world racing stile
The day began as fast a rocket against a snail.Hours and hours to beat the world. We arrived in Mongolia and Anabel and Freya were determined to win.Today we were doing horse ridding! I was always the best.
Mongo,the leader,set us a race to practice for tomorrow. Of we went to a pole on the edge of the border,I was in the lead next was Anabel and then Freya.
The sun rose up and the locals and us were ready to race.Three,horse ready. Two,heart pounding. One,GO!
Of they went,but it was so slow that I almost fell of.