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The Bees: A Narrative Fiction

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Sherman was the slowest of all the snails in Scotland. He was never in a hurry. He’d crawl along at his own slow pace, not worrying about how long it took to get somewhere. One morning Sherman decided that he wanted to go and visit his friend, Shelley. He began to crawl along the dirt path,tall blades of dew-covered grass lined the path. Each drop of dew sparkled in the morning sunlight. Sherman looked at his reflection in some of the drops as he brushed against the grass. Some drops of dew fell onto his shell and rolled down into his face, but Sherman didn’t mind at all.

"Hurry up, Sherman!" called Wendy, the worm, from behind him. "You’re in my way!" She bumped right into him and tried to push him out of the way as she inched along.Sherman
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Good Morning , Bernadette. Isn’t it a nice day?"Bernadette said, "Oh, never mind," and flew off to another patch of fragrant clover.Sherman smiled and moved along, even slower than before. Eventually he came to a fallen tree trunk that was hollow. He climbed into it then crawled along inside. There were a few ants coming from the opposite direction carrying bits of leaves and small blades of grass. They couldn’t get past Sherman. "Hurry up, Sherman!" one of the ants called out. "Get our of our way. We’re taking these leaves to our…show more content…
Eventually he came to a fallen tree trunk that was hollow. He climbed into it then crawled along inside. There were a few ants coming from the opposite direction carrying bits of leaves and small blades of grass. They couldn’t get past Sherman. "Hurry up, Sherman!" one of the ants called out. "Get our of our way. We’re taking these leaves to our nest."Sherman looked down at the tiny ants carrying the leaves that seemed to be much bigger than the ants were. "Good morning ants. Isn’t it a nice day?""Well, we’ll never find out, will we? You won’t hurry up so we’ll never get out of this log," another ant said
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