Killer Bees!

• Ockert Visser, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2015

"But Dad..." I moaned. "No buts!" exclaimed Dad,"You wanted to help us out, so you need to help me." Why did I agree to help out. I hate working in the garden. I waited till dad was looking the other way. Then I when to lay down under the old tree in the corner of the backyard. The tree never grows any leaves. In fact,dad was considering chopping it down last week. As I lay down I notice a golden bee hive at the very top of the tree. One of the bees flies down and stings me on the arm. Oww! My arm starter to go red and puff up. That's weird, I don't remember being allergic to bees. Wait a minute, These aren't any old bees, they are disease carrying KILLER BEES!!! AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG!!!!!