Beatrice Bee and Slow-Poke
It was a beautiful summer day in Storyland. Beatrice Bee was flying around a wooded area. She saw a small duck walking very slowly. The duck looked like it was carrying something very heavy and it looked like it was struggling.
“Hello,” said Beatrice.
“A bee!” screamed the duck, almost dropping what he was carrying. “Please don’t sting me.”
“I won’t,” said Beatrice. “It looked like you were struggling with that item you were carrying. I wanted to see if you needed any help.”
“Oh,” said the duck. “I made this chest for my mother. I want to give it to her. Today is her birthday.”
“It is beautiful,” said Beatrice, looking at it and seeing all of the fancy woodwork on it. You did a beautiful job on it. I’m sure your mother will love it. My name is Beatrice Bee, by the way.”
“My name is Slow-Poke,” said the duck.” It is nice to meet you.”
“You as well,” said Beatrice. “Now, I don’t know what I can do to help you because I am so small but if you can think of something, let me know.”
“Actually,” said Slow-Poke. “You just being here is helping. We are almost at my place.”
Slow-Poke walked very slowly, even slower than he normally walks. Step by step, he was able to get the chest home to his mother.
“Happy birthday,” said Slow-Poke, handing the chest to her.
“Thank you,” said Mother, giving him a big hug. “It is beautiful.”
“I am so happy you like it,” said Slow-Poke.
“I love it!” exclaimed Mother.
“I made it for you,” said Slow-Poke, proudly. “I also carried it here all by myself. Well, almost by myself.”
“Someone helped you?” asked Mother.
“Yes,” said Slow-Poke, pointing to Beatrice. “My new friend, Beatrice did.”
“A bee!” screamed Mother.
“Don’t worry,” said Slow-Poke. “She won’t hurt you.”
“Are you sure?” asked Mother.
“Yes,” said Slow-Poke.
“I would never sting you,” said Beatrice. “I would never sting a friend and I would never sting someone on their birthday.”
“In that case,” said Mother. “Come have some birthday cake with us.”
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