One sunny summer afternoon little Johnnie was playing in the garden while his mum attended to the flowerbeds. It was one of those lazy afternoons we get in England, nothing seeming to move and lovely clean country air.
After a while a bee came buzzing along, going from flower to flower as they do. Johnnie ran off into the garden shed and came back with 2 table tennis bats. Moving stealthily he crept up on the bee and then smashed the bats together catching the bee and killing it instantly.
"Oh, you wicked, wicked little boy" his mother scolded him. "For that you will go without honey for a month!!"
Little Johnnie continued playing in the garden and his mum continued her weeding and other gardening type things. Then along came a beautiful butterly, just drifting along on a small breeze. This time Johnnie did not go for the table tennis bats, he caught the butterfly in his hands, crushed them together then threw the butterfly on the ground and stamped on it. Very thorough was Johnnie!
"Oh, you wicked , wicked little boy" said his mother again. "For doing that you will go without butter for a month. Now get inside and wash your hands. Dad will be home for his tea soon."
When Johnnie's father came home they were all in the kitchen, waiting for mum to finish cooking the tea, when a cockroach came out from under a cupboard. Johnnie's dad immediately stamped on the cockroach and ground it into the floor, making sure it was dead.
Johnnie, bouncing up and down with excitement, pointed at his dad and yelled "Go on, tell him mum, tell hm!!"
Warming the Bed
