Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 600

Exhausted and sleepy, he again dreaming the magic world. I wasn’t that beautiful now. The water
is freezed, the brown, tiny leaves were falling. Every where is snow and no animals can be seen in the sight.
Making his mouth into a shape of “o”, he found himself over the freezing river , sitting in the untidy bed in
the smelly and old prison. Realise he should do something, he said to him self,”I will not turn to him!” At
last, he decisively decided he would help others and proved that he is good. After that, he changed, he
turned to a nice, kind person. Helping and waiting, he finally, get out of the prison.
After helping and improved, he was good, he was OK to go back. Dashing back to the hole he
jumped down and landed safely. Amazed by others, he was now became a helpful, meek animal. In a rainy
and windy morning, there was a letter and it says,” Bye, bye, From The White Dragon Horse!” He was
never been seen again…