“Hey – picnic time!” Randy smiled.
“Sweet, but we’d better go individually,” Betty suggested. “You first.”
Randy smiled. He sauntered over to the blanket and baskets, but the visitors slapped at him. He hastily retreated.
“That was close,” he muttered. “Your turn.”
“I got this,” Betty thought, nodding. She sailed over to the gathering, but again, the visitors nearly crushed her. She skedaddled back.
“Whoa!” Betty gasped. “They almost got you!”
“Yeah,” Randy panted. “Thought my six ant legs would help me move, but no dice.”
“And I knew my fly wings would help me,” Betty sighed. “Insect life is tough.”
“Sweet, but we’d better go individually,” Betty suggested. “You first.”
Randy smiled. He sauntered over to the blanket and baskets, but the visitors slapped at him. He hastily retreated.
“That was close,” he muttered. “Your turn.”
“I got this,” Betty thought, nodding. She sailed over to the gathering, but again, the visitors nearly crushed her. She skedaddled back.
“Whoa!” Betty gasped. “They almost got you!”
“Yeah,” Randy panted. “Thought my six ant legs would help me move, but no dice.”
“And I knew my fly wings would help me,” Betty sighed. “Insect life is tough.”
