Beatrice Bee on a Subway
Beatrice Bee was flying around Storyland. She saw the CN Tower in the distance. She knew she was in Toronto.
“Oh look,” said Beatrice, standing in front of Union Station. “This is an old building. It looks interesting.”
Beatrice saw hundreds of people walking quickly inside Union Station. She saw that most people were carrying briefÂcases and most were talking on their phones. They were all too busy to notice her and that suited her just fine.
Beatrice continued on her way. She saw a sign that said subway so she followed the people that were heading toward the subway. Soon, she saw subways on a track, heading in both directions. One subway stopped, people got off and then people boarded it, making a mad dash to get to a seat.
It wasn’t until the subway was at full speed, traveling underground that people started noticing that Beatrice was on the subway.
“A bee!” people screamed.
A young man stood up from his seat.
“What are you doing on a subway?” asked the young man. “This is no place for a bee.”
“I just started following the people,” said Beatrice. “I am Beatrice Bee.”
“I am Subway Sam,” said the young man.” It is nice to meet you but, you are scaring the people here.”
“I don’t mean to scare anyone,” said Beatrice. “I promise I won’t sting anyone.”
“Okay people,” announced Subway Sam. “Beatrice Bee promised she will not sting anyone.”
Beatrice stayed beside Subway Sam. He took her up Yonge Street on the subway and then back down to Union Station.
“That was fun,” said Beatrice. “I got to go places without flying. I could actually relax.”
“Yes,” said Subway Sam. “Riding the subway can be relaxing.”
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