The country round was very lonely and dark. The howling wind blew through the long tall grass near the sickening swamp. The humming of the crickets added to the soothing sounds of the moor. The shallow water flowed smoothly. The only word to describe this scene is perfect, but nothing stays perfect. The wind soon attacked the grass near the swamp, and the willow trees. the crickets hummed faster and louder, sounding somewhat sinister. The wind blew a spine shattering chill. Within moments, there was no animal in sight but a single white rabbit leaping quickly towards the middle of the moor. It stopped and looked around the cold moor, starting a fast leap at the sound of a lonely wolf's howl. The owner of the mornful cry came out of hiding and chased the white rabbit through the long tall grass, splashing lightly in the shallow swamp. It was just another night in the lonely, cold, dark country round.
