Maggie and her beaux were kissing far away under the willow tree. She told on me cause I spied on them and I got paddled. I wiped my tears and giggled. She didn’t know I could still see them from my hidey-hole under the porch.
These wasps would make Maggie cry when she opened her dresser.
My hands got too excited, and I squished the nest. They all poured out. Their stingers got me everywhere. My skin was fire. I screamed and screamed but no one heard. Finally my throat wouldn’t let anymore screams out but it didn’t hurt anymore.