Beatrice Bee and Trickster Bunny
“Isabella, Frannie!” screamed Trickster. “Come quick!”
Isabella, Trickster’s youngest sister, was outside playing with her doll. She dropped her doll and ran to where she saw her brother.
Frannie, Trickster’s oldest sister, was hanging clothes on the clothesline for their mother. She dropped what she was doing and came running.
“What is it?” asked Isabella.
“What do you want?” asked Frannie.
“There’s a bee!” screamed Trickster.
“Where?” asked Frannie. “I don’t see any bees.”
“I don’t see any bees either,” said Isabella.
“Are you just playing a trick on us again?” asked Frannie.
“I’m not playing any tricks,” said Trickster. “I really did see a bee.”
“Well,” said Frannie, walking away. “I have to get the clothes on the line for mother.”
“Uh Trickster,” pointed Isabella, seeing a bee land right on Trickster’s nose. “There is a bee right on your nose.”
“Oh dear,” said Trickster.
“Don’t move,” said Frannie, turning around and seeing the bee.
“I told you I saw it,” said Trickster. “Is it going to sting me?”
“No,” said the bee. “My name is Beatrice Bee. I promise I will not sting you.”
“Oh good,” said Trickster. “I am glad you won’t sting me.”
“I love your colours,” said Isabella, admiring Beatrice’s bright yellow colour with black stripes. “You are very pretty. Are you a honey bee?”
“Yes,” said Beatrice. “I am.”
“We love honey,” said Frannie.
“I can bring you a jar of honey,” said Beatrice.
“We would love that,” said Frannie.
“Oh yes,” said Isabella.” Honey and toast. That tastes so good.”
“Next time I come around here,” said Beatrice. “I will have a big jar of honey for you.”
“That would be wonderful,” said Trickster.
“I’d better make it an extra large jar of honey,” laughed Beatrice, when she saw Mother and Trickster’s eight other sisters come out of their den.”
“If you could,” smiled Trickster. “We would really appreciate it.”
“One extra large jar coming up,” said Beatrice.
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