Beatrice Bee at the Cottage

Beatrice Bee saw a cottage that sat on Sturgeon Lake in Bobcaygeon, Ontario. She saw that the kitchen window was open. She flew into the kitchen.

“Something smells so good,” said Beatrice. “It smells like chocolate cake.”

“What are you doing in my kitchen?” Beatrice heard someone say.

Beatrice turned around and saw an older woman with a fly swatter in her hand.

“My name is Beatrice Bee,” said Beatrice. “I saw your cottage while flying over Sturgeon Lake so I thought I would come see it. It looks like a beautiful cottage.”

“My name is Grandma,” said the older woman. “Grandpa and I love this cottage very much.”

“I love the smell of your chocolate cake,” said Beatrice. “It smells so good.”

“Thank you,” said Grandma.

“Can I taste some of the cake?” asked Beatrice, flying around, close to the cake.

“You certainly may not,” said Grandma.” Go wash up first.”

Beatrice did as she was told and when she was all washed up, Grandma gave her a tiny piece of her chocolate cake.

“This is the best chocolate cake I have ever tasted,” said Beatrice. “It is so moist and so gooey.”

“It certainly is,” said Grandma, laughing. “I baked it myself and I only bake the best chocolate cake on Sturgeon Lake.”