Week 17 Where’s My Bike? By Sam

I was cycling through the town and I passed the shop. “I need milk”, I said to myself. I just put my bike on the ground without tying it up because I knew I would only be in there for two minutes.

When I came back out, my bike was gone! I ran back home and hopped into my car. I drove all around the town and there was no trace of my bike.

I drove to the countryside. I got out of my car to check a bush. My bike wasn’t in it so I went back to my car. Just then, I spotted my bike. It was tied to a telephone post! Somebody spray painted it yellow because it used to be red and black. I wonder who did it?!