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Attack by the bees - a case of mischief | Primary Two Essay (for 8 year olds) | Elijah Wee

Do you like insects? Have you been attacked by any insects before? Here is a short essay I wrote when I was 8 years old (Primary Two), about the "Attack of the bees". Read on ... 




Attack of the bees
                  It was a bright and sunny Friday afternoon, a perfect day for an outdoor activity. Jane was at the park with her parents and her brother, Thomas. She was looking at the trees when out of the blue, she saw a bee hive up on a tree. Being a curious girl, she used a stick and began hitting it. She wanted to know if there were bees inside.

                  After her fifth hit, a swarm of angry bees buzzed out and started to attack her. The bees buzzed angrily around Jane. She was dumbfounded at first. Five seconds after regaining her composure, she took to her heels and fled. Unfortunately, the bees were too quick for her and they began stinging her. She stopped and tried to protect herself. Her family members heard her incessant shrieks of terror. Curious, they went to check where the noise was coming from. By then, Jane was sobbing uncontrollably. Jane’s father called for an ambulance while Jane’s mother and Thomas consoled Jane and gave her some water to drink.

                  The wailing sirens of the ambulance were heard ten minutes later. When the paramedics arrived at the scene, they placed Jane onto a gurney and pushed the gurney into the ambulance before she was whizzed to the hospital. Jane’s family accompanied her into the ambulance.

                  Reaching the hospital, Jane was immediately wheeled into the emergency room. After being examined by the doctor, he prescribed her some medication and an injection to help relieve the pain. That day Jane learnt a valuable lesson and never did she throw stones or hit a bee hive ever again.

Scary, isn't it? To be attacked by a swarm of angry bees ... Hope you like this story. More soon to come, I promise.

C ya!

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