Beatrice Bee was flying around Storyland. She was very happy because the sun was shining bright and it was a warm summer day. She saw a couple of bright red berry bushes below but then, she saw something flying around above her. She was frightened. She landed on a nearby bush and buried herself amongst the leaves.
She watched as the object in the sky flew down and landed on the bush right beside her. Beatrice peered out between the leaves to take a look.
“Why that happens to be the littlest crow I have ever seen,” said Beatrice, suddenly not afraid anymore.
Beatrice Bee poked her head out so the little crow could see her.
“Hi,” said Beatrice. “My name is Beatrice Bee.”
“I am Little Crow,” said the crow. “I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“You did at first,” said Beatrice.
“Until you saw how small I was,” laughed Little Crow.
“Yes,” admitted Beatrice. “That is correct.”
“I was just out looking for berries for my grandmother,” said Little Crow. “She is making fresh berry jam.”
“That sounds so good,” said Beatrice.
All of a sudden, a much bigger crow flew above them.
“Oh dear,” said Little Crow. “You’d better hide. That is my cousin Jake. He can be quite mean at times.”
It was too late though .Jake had already spotted Beatrice.
“What do we have here?” asked Jake, landing on top of the bush Beatrice was on.
“Don’ t hurt her,” said Little Crow. “Beatrice is my friend.”
“I won’t,” said Jake, who was actually afraid of bees, but would never admit it. “Grandmother wants her berries.”
“I was just going to pick a couple more,” said Little Crow.
“I know where there is a bush full of berries,” said Beatrice. “I just passed by it.”
“Watch it,” said Jake. “I think she is trying to trick you.”
“I don’t think she is,” said Little Crow.
“Fine,” said Jake. “I’m going back to help Grandmother. You two hurry up.”
Beatrice Bee led Little Crow to the berry bush she had seen and just like she said, it was full of berries. Beatrice even helped Little Crow pick some.
“Come with me,” said Little Crow. “You can taste Grandmother’s berry jam.”
“What about your cousin Jake?” asked Beatrice.
“You don’t have to worry about him,” laughed Little Crow.” He is actually afraid of bees but, he would never admit it.”
Beatrice went with Little Crow to his Grandmother’s house. Jake stayed as far away from Beatrice as he could. Beatrice and Grandmother got along really well. Grandmother gave Beatrice some of her fresh berry jam to taste and it was so good.
“I will bring you some honey next time,” said Beatrice.
“Yes please,” said Grandmother. “I would love that.”
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