Daring gasped for breaths, shakily lifting her front limbs up rickety steps. She might have free reign of the jungle, but here in the mighty Himalneighas, altitude sickness took its toll. She pressed on, blinking wearily as her hooves crunched through the snow, her destination in sight now.
At last, she reached the top of the mountain. There, pounded by fierce frozen winds, sat a small rudimental hut. She knocked, and a wisened old animal answered. He was the Dali Llama, Most Holy of Hoofed. The ascetic welcomed her into his abode, and Daring smiled. She had found her guru.
Can I translated it to Polish? Please
4655227 I would be honored to have my story translated into Polish. You have my permission and blessing. Let me know when you're finished, and I'll throw a blog post about it up. Thanks and have a great day!