Beatrice Bee was flying around Bed Tyme Tales Storyland on a very hot and sticky summer morning. She saw a few animals scurrying around through the back alleyway.
“Ew!” screamed Beatrice Bee. “Are you animals rats?”
“Yes,” said one of the rats. “We are rats. It sounds like you don’t like us.”
“I am afraid of you,” said Beatrice.
“Why are you afraid of us?” asked the rat. “We didn’t do anything to you.”
“But you are a rat,” said Beatrice.
“So,” said the rat. “Yes, I am a rat. However, you are a bee. Shouldn’t I be afraid of you?”
“I suppose not,” said Beatrice. “I’m not going to hurt you. I am Beatrice Bee.”
“My name is Rat Boy,” said the rat. “I am glad you won’t hurt me and, just so you know, I won’t hurt you either.”
“Good,” said Beatrice.
“So,” said Rat Boy. “Why are you so afraid of rats?”
“I guess because of what others have said,” said Beatrice. “I have heard that your teeth are sharp. It would hurt if you were to bite.”
“You have a stinger,” said Rat Boy. “If you were to sting me, that would hurt.”
“Yes,” said Beatrice. ” “I suppose that is true.”
“You don’t need to be afraid of us,” said Rat Boy.”
“You are right,” said Beatrice. “There is no need to be afraid.”
“Rats have a bad rap,” said Rat Boy. “We are automatically thought to be afraid of and yet, when asked, nobody can really tell us why they are afraid.”
“That is just like with us bees,” said Beatrice. “People automatically think we are going to sting them.”
“Exactly,” said Rat Boy.
“Let’s do this,” said Beatrice. “I will never sting you and if you don’t bite me, I don’t see why we can’t be friends.”
“I see no reason either,” said Rat Boy.
“Friends,” said Beatrice, taking her wing and holding it out.
“Friends,” said Rat Boy, shaking Beatrice’s wing.
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