Burning Poision Drink

It was beggining to be a hot summer's day. Me and my Papa were doing the rounds on his farm, walking around the farm yard, picking up random rocks here and there. Papa would bend down, and pick up the large rocks he found, and he would dust the dirt off of it with his big, thick thumb, and then toss it outside the fence-line. This particular day we were heading to the abandonded house.

Me and my sister loved this old abandoned house when we got older. It was strictly off limits because it was falling apart, but when we got older it became one of our most favorite places to play. Anyways, at the time of this walk, I remember I was only in kindergarten, so I was probably only 4 years old. I clearly remember the sun was begginning to get really hot, and we had been walking for quite awhile already. I felt so thirsty. Papa was inspecting around the house, looking unerneath it where it was jacked up onto big beams. He was moving so slowly and didn't seem to be ina hurry. I remember wanting to go home and get a drink. Thats when I saw a big, square jug of water.

Ohhh my....I could already feel the cool, refreshing liquid gushing down my parched throat, as I saw it there, glinting in the sunlight. It was almost hidden in the tall grass that was growing up beside the house. I looked around for Papa but he was busy, pulling random weeds, here and there, on the other side of the house. "Well, I'm a big girl." I thought to myself. "I can get my own drink." and I walked over to the big, square jug.

I unscrewed the cap,  carefully balanced the enormous jug between my small, 4-year old hands, and poured the clear liquid into my waiting mouth. And

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGgggggggggggggg!!!!!!!" I screamed in pain!!!!!!!

The liquid BURNED everywhere! It burned my throat! It burned my tounge!!!! I could hardly scream because it burned soooo bad!

Papa wasn't too far away and he heard me scream, and I could harly catch my breath, because the chemicles were burning my throat! He ran over to me, and ripped the jug outta my hands, and slapped me on the back repeatedly. I spat out the poision, and started trying to cry, but the poison was still burning. I heard Papa saying "You'll be alright. You'll be alright." and I remember thinking, "No I won't! No I won't! It hurts Papa! Don't say I'll be alright!"

A few minutes later we were on our way back to the house, and Papa was being stern with me. He was sternly telling me not to drink out of jugs anymore because you never know what was in them. I promised my Papa I would not drink out of strange jugs anymore, and we walked hand in hand back home.

The jug of "water" had turned out to be a jug of  ant-poison.