It was that day, that one day of excitement and amazement turned into the sound of BLOPP! POOP! FRRTT! Visiting a beautiful tourist place with my family turned into smelly disaster by just stepping accidently on a pile of horse POOP!
I was with my family in Taiwan, Puli in a paradise sheep place. It was in the beautiful foggy mountain, the spot where you can see the sun light and touch the sky. The smell of natural steam and the fresh air, but it was the smell of one thing, one horrible awful smell wherever I go, POO. It felt like magnet on my shoe, I have no way out.
I did NOT smell the beautiful lavender flower that was looking as purple and beauty. All I smell is the smell of the “Horror-POO POO” nightmare. I felt like I was trapped in a POO dungeon.
“What am I going to do with this disgusting, ugly, horse intestine, old food under my feet?!” I thought.
It looked more terrible than anything I could’ve imaged that day! As I walked, I wiped my feet against the ground so the “POO” wouldn’t dry on my shoe and smell on my feet forever! It felt so awful that I think I should throw up so I don’t have to think about anything else but vomit. If only I could think of it as a dream but nothing. It’s not funny, oh it’s not a joke and it smells bad!
One day I guarantee the horse will step on my POO. When I get that horse I’ll hang his neck, but should I do it in public or is it just my own thrilling figure of imagination?