Beatrice Bee was flying through a park on a warm summer day.
“A bee!” Beatrice heard a little girl screaming. “Don’t sting me!”
“I am a friendly bee,” said Beatrice, in a calm voice. “I would never sting you.”
“Oh good,” said the girl. “I have been stung before and it hurts. I am glad you are a friendly bee.”
“My name is Beatrice Bee,” said Beatrice.
“My name is Hollie,” said the girl.
“It is nice to meet you,” said Beatrice.
Beatrice and Hollie talked for a few minutes and then Beatrice saw a wasp flying straight toward them.
“Hollie,” said Beatrice, calmly. “I want you to stay as still as you can.”
“Okay,” said Hollie, also seeing the wasp. “Please don’t let him sting me.”
“I will do my best,” said Beatrice.
Beatrice flew over to the wasp while Hollie sat as still as she could.
“Hi Mr. Wasp,” said Beatrice and then pointing in the direction of Hollie. “That little girl over there is afraid that you will sting her. She has already been stung once. Please don’t sting her.”
Mr. Wasp took a look at Hollie. He noticed she was sitting perfectly still.
“I won’t sting her,” said Mr. Wasp. “She poses no threat to me.”
“Good,” said Beatrice, watching as Mr. Wasp flew off in the opposite direction from where Hollie was sitting. “Thank you.”
“Thank you very much,” said Hollie, when she saw Mr. Wasp fly away.
“You are very welcome,” said Beatrice. “But Mr. Wasp saw that you were sitting still and that you posed no threat to him.”
“I am just glad that I didn’t get stung,” said Hollie.
“Me too,” said Beatrice.
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