Bzzz… Bzzz… Bzzz…
“What’s that?” I said to my friend looking up towards the sky.
“What’s what?” She replied.
“That buzzi-” I was interrupted by the noise again.
Bzzz… Bzzz… Bzzz…
Then it fell to the floor in front of me. It was huge!
“I think it’s… dead,” I said.
I picked up a stick and prodded it cautiously, it didn’t move. I poked it again. It woke up and hovered in the air as if motioning for us to get on.
My friend and I smiled at each other and hopped on for the ride of our lives…
Hi madison i liked how you yused big words in your story.
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