Beatrice Bee and Prairie Kid
Prairie Kid was taking an early morning walk around his ranch one cool summer day. He often took walks just to make sure everything was in order and to also inspect his livestock and the condition of the many fences he had built.
“Everything appears to be in good shape,” said Prairie Kid as he walked back through the field up to his house.
“Okay,” said Steve, Prairie Kid’s ranch hand. “That is good to know.”
Steve opened the main gate for Prairie Kid to go through. He put his hand on the top of the fence and he noticed a bee.
“Look,” pointed Steve. “A bee.”
“Oh my!” exclaimed Prairie Kid. “That is a welcome sight.”
“It sure is,” said Steve. “I haven’t seen too many bees this summer.”
“We definitely need them,” said Prairie Kid.
“My name is Beatrice Bee,” said the bee.
“It is nice to meet you,” said Prairie Kid. “This is my ranch hand, Steve.”
“You wouldn’t sting us,” said Steve. “Would you?”
“No,” said Beatrice. “I would never sting a friend.”
“I am glad you consider us a friend,” said Steve.
“Yes,” said Prairie Kid. “I am too.”
“This is a nice ranch you have,” said Beatrice.
“Thank you,” said Prairie Kid. “I think I need some toast and honey.”
“Oh,” said Beatrice. “You like honey?”
“Absolutely,” said Prairie Kid.
“I will have to bring you some next time I visit,” said Beatrice.
“We would love that,” said Steve.
“Good,” said Beatrice.
“Why don’t you stick around?” said Prairie Kid. “We can give you a tour of the ranch.”
“That would be wonderful,” said Beatrice.
Beatrice was so excited about being able to see the ranch that she jumped up from the fence. She forgot to flap her wings so, she fell onto the ground and landed on her back. Steve bent down to pick her up.
“Perhaps I should carry you,” said Steve.
“That may be a good idea,” said Beatrice, a little winded from the fall but glad she wasn’t seriously hurt.
Beatrice had a fun day at the ranch with Prairie Kid and Steve and she promised to return soon, with some honey.
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