BEES: “Buzz, Buzz”
ANTS: “Hup, Two, Three, Four”
FROG: “Croak, Croak”
WOODS: All sounds together
This is a story about Billy and his family and their adventure in the WOODS. One fine spring
day, Billy’s family decided to go for a picnic in the WOODS, where they could enjoy the
outdoors. They packed a nice picnic basket and headed out on their walk.
As soon as they got to where they were going, they found a nice place to set up their picnic. Billy
and his brother went to the stream where they looked at a FROG. They heard some BEES over
by the wild flowers, and watched some ANTS walking on the ground. Being close to the water,
they were also being bothered by some MOSQUITOES.
When they went back to the picnic area, they told their parents about the WOODS. How they
saw a FROG and how the MOSQUITOES were bothering them. They said that the BEES didn’t
bother them and that the ANTS were really hard workers. Dad listened closely as he unwrapped
another sandwich and carelessly threw his paper off to the side. Billy’s little sister had just
finished a soda and dropped the can by a tree. Mom threw her paper napkin on the ground and
jumped up in disgust. “That is it!” she said. “I think the ANTS are taking over the picnic.”
Dad stretched out for a nap and had just dozed off when Billy’s sister started to scream. She had
been stung by a BEE. While Mom took care of her, Dad tried to go back to sleep. But he
couldn’t because the MOSQUITOES were pestering him. Finally he decided that they had better
Billy protested. “Why do we have to go?” “Well, Billy,” Dad replied, “we don’t seem to be
wanted here in the WOODS. We sure haven’t been treated very well. The MOSQUITOES are
eating me alive. The ANTS took over the picnic. And a BEE stung your sister.”
“Well,” said Billy, “maybe the WOODS are trying to tell us something and the MOSQUITOES,
and the ANTS, and the BEES are trying to tell us something.” “What is that?” asked Dad.
“Well,” said Billy, “just look around us and you’ll see we haven’t been very nice visitors to the
WOODS. Look at all the trash we’ve thrown around. Seems to me we’re the worst bugs of all--
So the family started cleaning up the mess they’d made and afterwards they felt better. They
took a nice walk through the WOODS, listening to the sounds. They actually enjoyed the
buzzing of the BEES, the croaking of the FROG, and the ANTS at work.
When they returned home, they were tired, but happy that they had learned an important lesson
that day. The worst kind of bug is a litterbug!