A pocket knife and SyrupOne day Flik, Macky and Borris the 6-legged hodgehegs were bathing in the sun they lived in the Eastern part of Scotland in a small town called Liggermen. They loved catching bees with their long sticky tongue.
One evening Flik told his mum he was going for a walk to find his friend Mocha at the Bulla Bulla tree. So Flik set off to find his friend. When he arrived the Bulla Bulla tree was gone.
“Agh!!!!” Flik screamed. There was a huge tractor coming towards him. As the tractor swung round, another tree flew off his stump and loudly hit the ground.
“I must tell mum before they get to our house!” He quietly mumbled to himself. While the tractors drove past they trailed diesel, and the grass driven over by the vehicle died from the polluted air.
“UH! UH!”(Cough, cough) said Mocha.
“Mocha get out the way!” screamed Flik. Mocha spun his head round quick enough to see the tractor coming. He flew over to Flik with a terrified look on his face. They both ran home to Macky and Borris and told them what happened.
The next couple of nights Flik kept thinking about what had happened and wanted to do something about it, so he got up and went down into the kitchen. He grabbed a pocket knife, golden syrup and a spanner. He grabbed his thick, black, leather school shoes and went to the place where the Bulla Bulla tree was. He saw the tractors and the humans resting. He quietly snuck up to the tractors tire and used his pocket knife to puncture the tyre. Then he ran to the front of the tractor and lifted the top and poured the golden syrup into the oil and used the spanner to turn up the sound of the engine.
In the morning when Flik woke up he saw his mum making breakfast. He could smell the pancakes in the pan cooking.
“Oh we have no golden syrup! I am sure I remember having some in here last night.” Macky said in a grumpy attitude.
“I am going to Mocha’s for a sleepover tonight, mum.”
“Ok have fun.” Said his mum. Flik met Mocha at the Bulla Bulla tree just in time to see the men waking up. One of them turned it on it did nothing but let out a loud rumble. Flik laughed to himself.
“I think we have a flat tyre.” Said one of them. He got out the tractor and checked the oil. The golden Syrup had gotten hard and sticky over night.
“I think we will be camping here another night” said another.
Flik and Mocha both laughed.By Molly Ryan-McGinness
One evening Flik told his mum he was going for a walk to find his friend Mocha at the Bulla Bulla tree. So Flik set off to find his friend. When he arrived the Bulla Bulla tree was gone.
“Agh!!!!” Flik screamed. There was a huge tractor coming towards him. As the tractor swung round, another tree flew off his stump and loudly hit the ground.
“I must tell mum before they get to our house!” He quietly mumbled to himself. While the tractors drove past they trailed diesel, and the grass driven over by the vehicle died from the polluted air.
“UH! UH!”(Cough, cough) said Mocha.
“Mocha get out the way!” screamed Flik. Mocha spun his head round quick enough to see the tractor coming. He flew over to Flik with a terrified look on his face. They both ran home to Macky and Borris and told them what happened.
The next couple of nights Flik kept thinking about what had happened and wanted to do something about it, so he got up and went down into the kitchen. He grabbed a pocket knife, golden syrup and a spanner. He grabbed his thick, black, leather school shoes and went to the place where the Bulla Bulla tree was. He saw the tractors and the humans resting. He quietly snuck up to the tractors tire and used his pocket knife to puncture the tyre. Then he ran to the front of the tractor and lifted the top and poured the golden syrup into the oil and used the spanner to turn up the sound of the engine.
In the morning when Flik woke up he saw his mum making breakfast. He could smell the pancakes in the pan cooking.
“Oh we have no golden syrup! I am sure I remember having some in here last night.” Macky said in a grumpy attitude.
“I am going to Mocha’s for a sleepover tonight, mum.”
“Ok have fun.” Said his mum. Flik met Mocha at the Bulla Bulla tree just in time to see the men waking up. One of them turned it on it did nothing but let out a loud rumble. Flik laughed to himself.
“I think we have a flat tyre.” Said one of them. He got out the tractor and checked the oil. The golden Syrup had gotten hard and sticky over night.
“I think we will be camping here another night” said another.
Flik and Mocha both laughed.By Molly Ryan-McGinness
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