Once I returned to where the grass was, I uplifted the rock from where the grass was.

As soon as I lifted the rock, the wind swept away the grass before I could pick it up. "No!" I say, dropping my flowers.

I chase after the grass, and jump up to catch random pieces of the grass, with my mouth.

Me catching the grass was sort of like trying to catch raindrops on your tongue or snowflakes on your tongue. Luckily, I caught all of the grass in my mouth, though when I returned from catching the grass the flowers were gone.

Not daring to say anything, I clench my fangs holding the grass in place, and go hunting for the flowers.

I trot here and there, observing both the sky, and ground for sight of my flowers.

I catch a glimpse of my freshly cut violet up ahead, and I rush to get it.

I get to my violet, and pick it up firmly with my hoof, not planning to drop it anytime soon.

I begin trotting in the same direction from where the violet was, and assume the others will be up ahead.

I look down at the ground and see the remaining flowers on the ground. I pick them up, and rush home.

I step on the path leading to my house, and my hooves gallop to the door. "If I remember correctly, this should work. Well, according to my sister at least.." I say opening the door. I rush over to the wooden piece, and begin my drawing.

I drew the same pattern over and over again. The pattern was the night sky with stars, and the moon.

Finishing, I drop the petal of the last flower out of my mouth from drawing. The petal was held so firmly, that the petal was shriveled up and wouldn't unshrivel. I then looked hard at what I created, and was impressed. For I have never worked so hard, or have gotten it done that fast.

Then it hit me.. My project was completed!