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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

The Jar

By Freya Le Noury, year 7, St Sampson’s School

I rested my back against a giant redwood tree. The refreshing breeze blew across my face as I was leaning towards my wooden basket. Suddenly a huge swarm of bees came bustling around me as I looked at the most precious thing I had inside my basket. My bright red t-shirt probably attracted them as it looked like a type of flower. I felt a little worried that they might hurt me, not to mention I kind of did steal it off them. Before I could get it out my cuckoo clock rang out and spread through the enchanted forest. Quickly I packed my things up and plodded into my home as I could not be late for my exercise. Exercise was important to me as my appearance made some people give me a funny look due to my rather round yellow belly. Gently I placed my basket on the curved table next to me and ran over to the front of my mirror.

My paws were soon getting sweaty and I didn't have much breath left, even though I had only been going for about five minutes. Soon after I couldn't help but go to the table and get out my jar of a delicious yellow syrup that is very tasty to me. As I ran over to the table I could already smell the sweet, strong scent.

I clutched the jar tightly with my scruffy paws then opened the lid. My black charcoal nose twitched as I leaned into my desire in life. My soft spongy pink tongue couldn't help but lick the liquid. The extreme flavour almost busted my taste buds as it spread across my mouth. I almost screamed with excitement at the flavour of this thing. Oh I do LOVE honey! Do you know who I am?





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