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Thursday, April 20, 2006Y
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“Hey, let’s play a game!” Steven said enthusiastically. “We would love to play,” chorused the other kampong kids, their face filled with curiosity. “Our objective-is to aim at the ‘large rock’ there, high up in the tree and off course, whoever that can make it fall will get to have a reward.” The kids’ eyes glittered in the most mysterious way, hoping to get the reward.
The kids were known as the most mischievous and naughty kids in the kampong. Everyday, the gang of four-Steven, John, Jane and Stella- will always be up to some kind of mischief. Who knows what mischief they will be up to this time…
They immediately scuttle round the place in search of stones for throwing at the bee hive, of which the kids call it ‘large rock’. Small stones, medium stones and large stones all went into their bags. As quick as a wink, their bags were full of all sizes of irregular shapes of stones. Cold sweat started to roll down their rough face as the ‘competition’ began. They took turns to aim at the ‘large rock’, starting with the eldest- Steven then Jane then John and last of all Stella.
“Hai…yah!” Steven shouted, as if participating in the shot put competition. Unfortunately, he missed it. He wore a disheartened and disappointed look on his face as he waited for his turn again. One by one, the stones flew up into the air as their owner threw them. But, each of the stones did not hit their target-the ‘large rock’, except for one stone, the last stone. Steven, John, Jane and Stella pinned all their hopes on it and Stella (the one who will be throwing it) as the stone flew towards the tree. “Pah!” the stone really did hit the target! The ‘large rock’ fell to the ground with a soft ‘thump’ as it touched the muddy ground and the kids gave a whoop of joy. “Hip Hip Hooray!” they exclaimed. Not knowing of the danger that awaits them…

Suddenly, a swarm of bees emerged from the ‘large rock’. Now then they know that the ‘large rock’ that they were talking about was actually a bee hive! The bees sped towards them making a “hmm………” sound. Oh, how the kids screamed! They quickly ran for their lives, as fast as their legs could carry them to a place where the bees will not find them. Stella was wailing like a baby, John, being the slowest runner is lagging behind the kids. He covered his neck to prevent the bees from stinging his neck (vital part). Steven, being the fastest runner, is leading. Jane, for fear that she cannot catch up, responded by grabbing tightly to Steven’s shorts.
“Phew!”After a few minutes of running away, the bees finally had mercy with them. What a relief they had! Now they know that a ‘large rock’ that is hanging on the tree is a bee hive. They also learnt a lesson-that is not to provoke any animals even though they are tame as they might turn in a split second when provoked. And they will always lock this fearful incident in their now more mature head.

Unamended

3:52 AM

Wednesday, April 19, 2006Y
JuZ wAnNa sAy Hi.

Xin yi, tis blog tat i helped you cre8...you lyk not?if you dun lyk...can change...i dun mind de...anw...hope you lyk it..=P

Kudos!
Rachel

8:44 PM