Write 250 words inspired by the color of the walls of the room that you're in.
The...walls? *sigh* Fine. They're an off white, by the way.
The percheron reared up as someone threw a lasso for it; turning quick as a dime, faster than seemed possible for such a heavy bodied horse breed, he catered away. The horse had a cheeky glint in his eye as he threw in a pigroot, kicking up a little bit of the dusty red soil as he did so.
His pursuers, two teenage girls, hurried their horses after him. They had to catch him soon, and return him to his paddock before someone noticed his absence. The first one, cantering her palomino, groaned. "Remind me why we tried to take a shortcut through his paddock again?"
The other girl looked at her horse's mane sheepishly. "I swear I didn't know he was in there! I though old Harry was too grumpy to have anything smarter than cows!"
She replayed the scene in her head; the horse had waited unseen until the girls had opened the gate, then come pelting out of the trees, spooking both the girls' mounts and leaving the open gate his for the taking.
Suddenly both horses stopped, spooking backwards at a snake going across the ground. The girls barely stayed on, inertia throwing them forward. The percheron disappeared into the trees, his creamy white hide becoming more noticeable with its absence.
The palomino's rider audibly gave her friend a look of defeat. "Why don't we just give up? We're never gonna catch him."
"Are you kidding? Do you wanna tell Harry that we rode through his paddock, let alone that we let his damn horse out? I'd rather die tryna get this horse back!"
The first considered for a second. "True. True."
And so they leaned forward to continue the endless pursuit of a pure looking coat, one which hid a playful, scheming mind beneath it.
Voila! A horse the colour of my walls. Yay!
