Night Screech
Every evening when the street lights came on I'd head home. One particular night I was pushing my bike because the tire was flat. As I walked in the gutter I stepped on a cicada who began to screech. I dropped my bicycle and ran all the way home. To this day I hate cicadas!
To this day I hate cicadas! I dropped my bicycle and ran all the way home. One particular night I was pushing my bike because the tire was flat. Every evening when the street lights came on I'd head home. As I walked in the gutter I stepped on a cicada who began to screech.