The Murder of the Bee-ing
One Saturday night Ben and Jerry had had an argument. They walked halfway home together, but then went their separate ways. Jerry went around the grassy field and Ben went up & over the steep, hills. Just to add to Ben’s anger a giant, fuzzy bee buzzed around his head. Ben pulled out his gun, ready to trigger at the bee’s beady eye. Bang! The bee was dead in the blink of an eye (Literally, the blink of the bee’s eye!) Ben fell to the floor overcome with remorse “Oh Jerry, help me, I’ve killed a bee”
One Saturday night Ben and Jerry had had an argument. They walked halfway home together, but then went their separate ways. Jerry went around the grassy field and Ben went up & over the steep, hills. Just to add to Ben’s anger a giant, fuzzy bee buzzed around his head. Ben pulled out his gun, ready to trigger at the bee’s beady eye. Bang! The bee was dead in the blink of an eye (Literally, the blink of the bee’s eye!) Ben fell to the floor overcome with remorse “Oh Jerry, help me, I’ve killed a bee”
By Samantha, Natalie & Saskia