It was spring, there was a massive flower field by the park. Me, John and Bella were stunned by the view. We wanted to make flower angels and daisy chains but Bella was sceptical. “We shouldn’t go in there!” she whined. She pointed to a sign saying “Keep off” but we ignored anyways.
We stepped in, nothing happened. We flopped down, but it felt like pins. Underneath were small nettles, spiking our legs. Then, mosquitoes surrounded us, the pain was excruciating. As we ran, birds swooped down trying to eat the insects but they missed. “Not so strong now!” Bella sniggered.