Beatrice Bee was flying around Storyland. It was a very hot summer day. Beatrice saw a sidewalk below. She flew down and landed on it.
“Oh hello,” said Beatrice, finding herself face to face with a pair of eyeballs looking at her from ground level. “My name is Beatrice Bee.”
“My name is Scrunchie Monster,” said the man with his eyeballs to the ground. “You are in my way.”
“I am sorry,” said Beatrice. “I flew down to the sidewalk just to take a rest.”
“Oh,” said Scrunchie. “I’m the one that should be sorry. I thought you were just making fun of me.”
“No,” said Beatrice. “I would never do that.”
“Most people make fun of the way I walk,” said Scrunchie, who does walk with his head to the ground and his bottom sticking up. “I feel much more comfortable walking this way.”
“I am not going to judge you or make fun of you,” said Beatrice. “You do whatever you need to do to be comfortable.”
“You are such a nice bee,” said Scrunchie.
“Why thank you,” said Beatrice.
“I know that bees can sting,” said Scrunchie. “Do you sting?”
“I would never sting a friend,” said Beatrice.
“Does that mean we are friends?” asked Scrunchie.
“Yes,” said Beatrice. “It does.”
“Good,” said Scrunchie. “I don’t have many friends.”
Beatrice Bee and Scrunchie did spend a lot of time together. Scrunchie felt that he could trust Beatrice because not once did she ever make fun of him.
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