Some birds appeared in the faint blue sky flapping and soaring. All were blackish-brownish with a touch of white. They were flying a yard or maybe two and they’re coming really fast. They went “ Honk,honk.” “Where’re they going? I said. Why would so many birds go in one direction?” “It’s a sign,” Jim said gazing with an amazed look. “ When chickens fly in the same road. It’s the same way birds would go. “ I raced over to the canoe, I grasped the gun, I got back to the spot where the birds were flying. I was about to target the birds when Jim stopped me. “ Knock it off Huck o’ boy,” Jim said angrily “ It’s death. Me father got really sick once. When me granny asked me brothers what happened my brotha’s said some of them caught a bird. My grandma said my Pa’s gonna die and my pa did. I don’t want to you harm those birds.”
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Even if you shook the tablecloth after sundown. If man owned a beehive and that Man died, the bees must be told about it before sun-up, or else the bees themselves are goners.”
“ Whatever, Jim. I’ll try to see if what you're saying about bees are true. I said.
“It’s true Huck.” Jim said. “Trust me this saying makes sense.”
I went to the canoe boat grabbed a sheet of tablecloth and a gun. I stomped off to try if Jim’s saying true. “Geeze whatever he’s saying makes no sense at all.” I muttered under my breath. I crossed the woods and reached a beehive. I hit the beehive with the gun. A swarm of bees came out ready to attack me. I raced away with them chasing me. I ran off into a hidden passage in the woods. Then I held the tablecloth in front of me, with my hands grasping the top edges of the cloth. I waved at them and somehow I didn’t get bad luck. I waved at the bees again, they’re not harming
Even if you shook the tablecloth after sundown. If man owned a beehive and that Man died, the bees must be told about it before sun-up, or else the bees themselves are goners.”
“ Whatever, Jim. I’ll try to see if what you're saying about bees are true. I said.
“It’s true Huck.” Jim said. “Trust me this saying makes sense.”
I went to the canoe boat grabbed a sheet of tablecloth and a gun. I stomped off to try if Jim’s saying true. “Geeze whatever he’s saying makes no sense at all.” I muttered under my breath. I crossed the woods and reached a beehive. I hit the beehive with the gun. A swarm of bees came out ready to attack me. I raced away with them chasing me. I ran off into a hidden passage in the woods. Then I held the tablecloth in front of me, with my hands grasping the top edges of the cloth. I waved at them and somehow I didn’t get bad luck. I waved at the bees again, they’re not harming