At the first three days of
, the teacher’s chemistry class. Two bees came in. They were sticking together. One was on the top and the other was on the bottom. As we already know in the third grade, it was called mating. They fly in a nervous atmosphere in the third day of the first three, they fly high, and then fly low, they fly above the podium, “mating” flying under the gaze of 45 of us. The teacher looked silly, and we looked silly too.