I’ve been attacked again! I can’t believe it. This time it was bees, dive-bombing bees. I hadn’t done anything to them because Mistress said they just want to get on with life and make honey for their young. I was only mooching under that box they live in (they call it a hive) because I wanted a sniff of the grass – it smelled sweet somehow. It wasn’t my fault the hive rocked like that, I was only scratching my shoulder.
“Leave them alone and they won’t hurt you,” Mistress said, “The ones flying around outside are just busy delivering pollen to the hive and cleaning up after themselves. They never bother other creatures unless they’re threatened.”
Yeah, well, I was just having that scratch but next minute I felt a bit more itchy and my fur was weirdly jumpy and then everything went dark. There was a black cloud all round my face, my ears were full of a noise like a lawnmower. I sneezed, barked, tried rubbing my head against the hive but that made the cloud angry – and it was then it dawned on me that it was a CLOUD OF BEES.
I moved pretty quickly, I can tell you – there was no way they were making a hive in my ears! I rocketed away and threw myself in the water trough Mistress keeps for the horses. “Phew”, I thought. It was great for a second so I stuck my head out and noticed that there was something squirming and fidgeting on my neck. I soon saw what – a bee was in there, burrowing down in my fur! I screamed – I bet the bee did too because it took off and zipped round to my nose to jab me with its stingy thing.
Mistress came running to see what the noise was and another one stung her – right between the eyes! She dragged me out of the water, still screaming, (yay, she rescued me!) and took me indoors to put some white paste on the stinging spot. Lovely. Just lovely. Only one thing - I’m sure she puts this white stuff in cakes…I don’t want to grow into a Victoria sponge.
BUT – apparently both of us are sensitive and the bee sting really got going on us the next day. No, it didn’t hurt although my nose was itchy. When she saw me, Mistress laughed her socks off and said I looked like a German Shepherd with a hippo’s nose. Nice.
“I shouldn’t laugh,” she said. “The bees were just protecting their hive and their young.”
We were both big and squashy for three days. BUT – Mistress’s sting was funnier because she looked like she was wearing gigantic glasses made of jelly. I didn’t tell her.
Here’s an idea or two:
Invasion: An alien craft has landed in the sports field next to school. You all watch from the window as the door opens and out stalk enormous insect-like creatures. What exactly do they do? What’s your teacher’s reaction? What does the Head think, say, do? Why are these creatures here on Earth and why on your school land? Is there a public outcry? Write a shock-horror story for the local newspaper to tell the world what happened.
Spider kid: When you were a baby your parents took you on an adventure holiday in a South American jungle and you got lost when you crawled away from them. They quickly took the next plane home and you were brought up by giant spiders who cherished you and taught you everything they know. When you were eleven your spider family said you had to go and see the world of humans because, after all, you were one. You were shocked but decide to go. How does that work out for you?
Power specs: Your Gran collects sun glasses, every colour, every shape, every size and asked you to look after them while she went on holiday in search of more. She did mention that some of them seem to have quite unusual powers when you wear them at different times of the day. Obviously you try out every one – so what happens?
Draw ten of the best pairs and add labels to each to help you remember their individual powers.