[jackie125]

1... 2... 3... GO!! And she was off! Zahara ran at full speed, strait down the grass line. Her paws pounded the, now solid, ground. She whipped by the stalks of grass, leaving the trembling in her wake. She barreled by the fields, soon passing her previous mark. She was getting tired, but she kept running. After nearly a hour of running she, stopped and got a well needed drink.