My bare feet felt frigid,

as they squished the wet ground.

The dark emerald grass was damp

and powerless against me.

The blades of grass bent and plummeted

into the cushiony soil, as my feet descended upon them.

My feet were becoming numb

from the icy blanket of mist.

The frigidness of the misty grass

started to travel up my legs and

through the rest of my body.

Goose bumps started appearing on my

arms and legs.

I started dashing across the open field.

I could feel sharp, stinging pains

of my bare feet against the cold ground.

I now realized that the grass did

have a defense against me: frigid water.

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