We are desperately hanging onto the massive, peach alien. My brother is scuttling around the colossal paws and scrutinising the sharp claws the aliens call nails. Without warning, EARTHQUAKE! Everything began to shake! There were soldiers leading us ladybirds to safety. “Move, move, move!” they shouted promptly.
Within a few minutes, everyone had evacuated the moving mountain. We disappear into emerald, green weeds gradually. “Halt!” yelled Colonel Spot deafeningly, “the grasshoppers are here!” A THUD hit the dusty dirt. A faint figure revealed a load of scarred grasshoppers, twitching slightly. Everyone was flabbergasted. The two armies, the ladybirds and the grasshoppers, began to fight, but the two colonels greeted each other warmly.
They all collected food and drinks together and all got as drunk as a Lord!
In the world of black and white a new ladybug was born, but not just any normal one, this one was in COLOUR! (how is colour spelled incorrectly?) This ladybug was actually in colour so the owners of the house that had the garden with the ladybug in it put it in a safe environment where it wouldn’t get hurt and it would sometimes let it out but this time something bad happened! When the owner let it out the bug flew away and the owner never saw it again! To this day this legend is still being told to many children to prove that there really is colour!
Yesterday I was looking for insects and bugs,
Ants, caterpillars, moths and slugs,
I looked under rocks – underground,
But couldn’t see anything not hear a sound,
Just then, hiding in the grass, I saw a ladybird,
It had a dotted body, eyes white like curd,
I picked it up, with my dirty hands,
And carried it to safe lands,
I smiled happily,as I watched it lay,
If it could talk, what would it say?