My blendspace on why bees are dying

The day at the beach

The ocean breeze rushes around my face as I run across the slippery metal bridge. I sit down carefully and start looking at the tiny fish. I see my mum reading and I gently slip into the icy cold water and see all the beautiful fish gliding under the water I start to drift to shore.

I hear people yelling “come on Maddi come on’’ I quickly float up for a breath. And go back into my swimming position and see all the sealife under me I drift down to take a closer look.

I swim back up to take another breath “ I’m nearly there. I run out and head towards my mum and explain what I did she says “good job”, and I run back to the water to play.