Beatrice Bee was flying close to the ground one summer day. She was always amazed at the beauty she saw throughout Storyland. Beatrice thought the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans and the Big Dark Forest were impressive. However, nothing prepared her for the beautiful mountainous scenery that she was currently looking at.
“The mountains in British Columbia are breathtaking,” said Beatrice. “I have never seen such beauty.”
Beatrice saw a cave in the side of one of the mountains. She flew up to it. She was shocked at what she saw. She saw a cave full of people that looked like cavemen. She was so excited that she wasn’t thinking when she landed. She landed on the forehead of one of the cavemen.
“Get off me!” grunted the caveman, who was lying down, taking a nap.
“I am sorry,” said Beatrice. “I was so excited to see actual cave people living in this cave. I wasn’t paying attention to where I landed. My name is Beatrice Bee.”
“My name is Caveman Jack,” said the caveman.
“It is so nice to meet you,” said Beatrice.
Caveman Jack picked up a stick that was laying on the floor. He made a swing at Beatrice.
“Wait,” said Beatrice. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You are making my forehead itchy,” said Caveman Jack.
Beatrice quickly jumped off Caveman Jack’s forehead. She meant to land on a shelf right beside the fur rug that Caveman Jack was laying on. She landed on his nose instead.
Again, he tried to swat her with the stick. She quickly made a safe landing on the shelf this time. She could see that Caveman Jack was pleased about her choice of landing spots.
“Is that all you do?” asked Caveman Jack. “Do you love to pester everyone?”
“No,” said Beatrice. “I am a bee and bees make honey.”
“What is honey?” asked Caveman Jack.
“Honey is the sweetest food you will ever find,” said Beatrice.
“I want some honey,” said Caveman Jack.
“Where are your manners?” asked Beatrice. “Say please or I won’t get you any.”
“Okay,” said Caveman Jack.” Please, can I please have some honey, please.”
“You don’t need to say please so many times,” said Beatrice. “Once is good enough.”
“I am confused,” said Caveman Jack. “First you tell me to use my manners, so I did and then you tell me not to use them more than once.”
“Using the same word too many times can sound annoying,” said Beatrice.
“Just like you landing on me so many times,” said Caveman Jack. “That was annoying.”
“Yes,” said Beatrice. “I suppose it was annoying.”
“Where is my honey?” asked Caveman Jack.
Beatrice took Caveman Jack outside. She found an abandoned hive.
“This honey is so good,” said Caveman Jack. “Is it annoying to eat it more than once?”
“Absolutely not,” said Beatrice.” You can eat as much hooey as you want. Just make sure there are no bees around the hive because they will sting you.”
Caveman Jack took some honey home for his parents to taste. They loved it very much. Every time Caveman Jack came across an empty hive, he took the honey home with him. It was a nice sweet treat for the caveman family.
“Thank you for showing me the honey,” said Caveman Jack. “We love it.”
“You are very welcome,” said Beatrice.
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