Today, after school, I went home with a classmate and passed a mango tree with many golden mangoes hanging on it. They all seem to say to us, "Come and eat me!" Come and eat me! We are delicious! "So, my classmates and I had a bad idea in our hearts.
We put down our schoolbags and went to mango tree to pick mangoes. But how to pick mango trees when they are so high? Huh? Oh! Finally, I am a tree climber. I took off my coat and swished up the mango tree like a little monkey. I looked at the golden delicious mango overhead, as if waving to me. As soon as I reached out, I picked a big mango, and then I picked a lot more. I threw them to my classmates under the tree. She grabbed the mango and stuffed it into her schoolbag. In this way, the mangoes we picked filled two schoolbags.
I climbed down the tree and was about to "escape" with my classmates. Suddenly a security guard appeared in front of us and was about to be caught. We ran away like two little mice, regardless of our property. The security guard didn't catch up and took our schoolbags. "Oh, MacKay" has our textbooks in it! My classmates and I had no choice but to go to the property management office to trap ourselves. We walked into the management office like two pigs who wanted to be slaughtered.
The security guard said, "I knew you would come. Come with me and meet the boss. " Our hearts seem to have been stung by bees, and there is a stinging pain. The boss came uninvited and didn't wait for us to meet him. As soon as I saw us, I scolded and wanted to find our parents. I lied and said, "My mother is not at home." Students also attach it. After another scolding, the boss had no choice but to let us go. ? Stealing mango's composition 600 words? Just out of the management office, our tears seem to open? As the water gushed out, then trudged home.
Stealing mangoes is not a glorious thing. I dare not steal it next time.