Andy pedalled leisurely along the grass-lined track on his way to school. Tomorrow was the weekend and his father had promised to bring him on a fishing trip. Andy and his father were true-blue fishing fanatics, and always enjoyed going on fishing trips together. Out of the blue, Andy heard a strange buzzing sound coming from the back of him. From the corner of his eyes, Andy spotted a huge beehive. The bees were buzzing so loudly, that even from a distance, Andy could hear them!
The saying ‘an idle brain is the devil’s workshop’ was really true. No sooner than a minute, Andy decided to pelt the beehive with stones, for the fun of it. Taking what he had just done in, Andy sped off, deciding to make a beeline school before the agitated bees caught up with him. He sped like there was no tomorrow, as if he was the cheetah champion runner, but it was too late, the bees had finally caught him and there was nothing he could do…
“Oww! That hurt! Ouch!” Andy yelled and hollered but it was no use. Nobody could hear him from here. He was travelling at twenty kilometres an hour. Unfortunately, the bees had already started on their revenge. Andy felt sharp pricks like needles entering his uncovered arms. As he began travelling up the steep hill, he panted and became worn out. Suddenly, he espied the well used by his uncle, Mr Nelson, to irrigate his orchard and vegetable garden. Without thinking twice, Andy plunged into the cold water, and away from the savage insects.
