On Friday night I was outside hanging out in my parsley pot when something started chirping at me. It was a cicada! Under my pot! And it was yelling at me!
I ran inside to get dad to help me get at the cicada but I don't think he understood what I wanted. He kept asking me what was wrong but he didn't come outside to help me. So I went back out and yelled at the cicada a bit more but it didn't go away.
I went back inside and told dad to come out and help me (again) but he just sat there. Eventually mum said she thought I wanted dad to come outside with me so he finally did. He got the cicada out from under my parsley pot and I killed it, because I am Huffle the Mighty Hunter!
Then I could sit in my parsley pot in peace.
Every part of this story is true except the bit where I killed the cicada. Dad did that.