100wcWeeek#9[21] Niamh Szymon

One afternoon, as the sun was setting ,we were investigating a murder by the  dusty,picnic table.It happened at because it’s wings were freezing cold like the north pole. We also knew it was dead because it was not reacting to our tests we did and was shrivelled up. It had been smothered with snow and ice from the day before which reached -10c degrees celcious. It was getting late now and it was starting to smell. Its what happens when dead bodies rot for a long time without being treated properly We started to hear a noise, and it was an army of angry bees…