Written for children.

Picnic

‘Let’s eat here!’
Making the most of the spring sunshine, the family unloaded the basket. Sandwiches, salads, desserts and juice soon adorned the tartan rug.

Buzz watched from afar until, tempted by agreeable aromas, he dared to move in closer. Would they, could they, share their meal with a starving stranger?

He hovered, knowing the answer. Beggars are unwelcome at banquets.

But sugary smells proved irresistible. Overwhelmed by hunger, Buzz ignored the risk, targeting the fruit flan. He never made it.

The blow, when it came, slammed Buzz into the long grass.

‘First wasp I’ve seen this year!’