Beatrice Bee in the City
Beatrice Bee was flying around Storyland. She came across a huge network of highways and buildings.
“Look at all those cars and trucks on those highways,” said Beatrice Bee, mesmerized. “This must be the city of Toronto.”
Beatrice Bee kept flying around. She didn’t want to land near the highway. She was afraid of all the cars and trucks. They were traveling way too fast.
“I think I will land down there,” said Beatrice, seeing a residential area.
Beatrice flew down. She was going to land on top of a mailbox but just as she was going to land, a man came along to mail a letter. She ended up landing on the man’s arm instead. The man was going to swat Beatrice but he decided not to. He remembered hearing that bees were dying off.
“Thank you for not swatting me,” said Beatrice. “My name is Beatrice Bee and I won’t sting you.”
“I remembered hearing that bees are dying off,” said the man. “I love honey. My name is City kid. It is nice to meet you.”
“As long as bees have people like you that value us,” said Beatrice. “We will be able to keep making honey.”
“That is true,” said City Kid.
“Do you live here in Toronto?” asked Beatrice.
“Yes,” said City Kid. “I was born and raised here. How about you?”
“I was born outside of Storyland,” said Beatrice. “I was ousted from my beehive. I am here on an adventure. This is the first time I have been in a city.”
“How do you like city life?” asked City Kid.
“It is interesting,” said Beatrice.
“What do you prefer?” asked City Kid. “City life or country life.”
“I think I prefer country life,” said Beatrice. “There are too many highways here.”
“Yes,” said City Kid. “That is very true. I actually like the city life.”
“I will stay in the country,” said Beatrice.
“Just make lots of honey,” laughed City Kid.
“Yes,” laughed Beatrice. “That I will do.”
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