The Bike by George

Goodness! There’s been a bit of a disaster in the woods from the looks of it! There was a rusty bike stuck in a gnarled tree. I trotted over to it hesitantly. My eyes were drawn to a multitude of ultra-marine pixies. They flew in my face like a herd of furious bulls stampeding. I whacked them away but then began to feel remorseful for clouting them in case they were endangered. An old man (who was wearing a black cape) did some sort of spell on me. In the blink of an eye I was also stuck in the tree!