The windswept bee .

burt the bee was late home mother told him to get back before the gust started and he was stuck in them getting blown all over the place just missing a windscreen or three and now he had got blown into a letter box where he was then posted through the slot like a pizza leaflet, and so winded and tired he lay on the table like a old flower bud or that was what the big angry man must have thought he was, until he started to wiggly and buzzy.


next thing he knew he was in a old potnoodle pot being thrown into the hedge where he bumble and tumble and bouncy to the very dark wet bottom, landing with a oufo on a smelly old sweet wrapper and now he was lost, late, and in a not very happy mood.


that was until!... he saw the ivy path .....

to be continued