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"Wow,l thought, sweet revenge at last, now it's my turn to fight back with power".
All of a sudden we heard a young boy's voice saying "Hey, look at what I see, it's time for mischiefness. Let's break that beehive".
We all got excited and looked from one bee to another. Poor, uncle Rick's beady eyes were the size of a marble. I thought he was going to have a bee attack, because of the way he was acting and stuff. Lucky, he didn't. It was aunt Margaret that said "Here's our chance to attack."
So we all flew out and headed for the boy and his two friends. About 30 of us attacked the young innocent child. While the rest of us attack the two other boys. All of a sudden, uncle Rick fell to the ground, then aunt Margaret. I quickly flew over to them to see what happened. They both had bee attacks after they attacked the children. Then aunt Margaret slowly closed her beady eyes and her last words to me were "I'll see you later". And, she was gone.
After attacking the little boy I started to feel sick. About 20 minutes later after aunt Margaret and uncle Rick passed away I started blacking out and I didn't knew what happened next, but I remember waking up and seeing aunt Margaret and uncle Rick. There is a place for us bees after all.
Marshall
Cultural Atlas
