When she got outside she realized that the house that they were all standing outside of was Mrs. Buckets.
Oh no what's she done now was the only thing she could think.
Mrs. Bucket was an elderly lady with grey curly hair and big friendly brown eyes.
Honey would go round once a week to check if she was alright and make her a cup of tea, she would sometimes be there for hours listening to Mrs. Buckets stories, as her husband works away.
"Honey" the police officer disturbed her in her thoughts.
"yes officer" she replied dazed.
"ermm…there's been an incident involving Mrs. Bucket and her gardener".
Oh no is she harmed, is she ok, what's the matter, whys the gardener involved, was all that was going through her mind.
"she's out in her back garden if you'd like to see her?"
"ermm… yes please".
The officer lead Honey to the green crooked gate that lead to Mrs. Buckets back garden.
Honey was expecting the worst, maybe Mrs. Bucket lying there lifeless, without an ounce of colour on her usually pink skin.
She walked through the gate preparing for her breakdown.
"oh Honey I'm so glad you came", called a familiar voice, she turned around to find a fit and well Mrs. Bucket leaping towards her.
"o…Mrs. Bucket are you alright?"
"yes I'm fine just a little shook up", (she sounded it to).
"why what's happened?", Honey replied concerned.
"why don't you come inside deary and I'll make you a cup of tea and tell you all about it".
Honey followed her while getting her notebook out of her pocket.
This was going to be interesting, she thought to herself.