Beatrice Bee was flying around Storyland on a warm summer day. She had just finished making a huge batch of honey. She saw a bear off in the distance and she knew it wouldn’t be long before the bear would be eating her honey, every last drop of it.
“Oh!” exclaimed the bear, rubbing his tummy, after feasting on Beatrice Bees honey. “That honey is so good. Thank you!”
“You are welcome,” said Beatrice Bee. “I am glad you enjoyed it.”
“You know,” said the bear. “I think we should have a race. I think we should race to see if you can make more honey than I can eat.”
“You aren’t serious?” asked Beatrice Bee, shaking her head.
“Yes I am,” said the bear. “I think it will be fun.”
“Fun for who?” asked Beatrice Bee, angrily. “You know I could never win a race like that.”
“You could if you tried,” said the bear, who was very disappointed.
“Even if I tried my absolute hardest,” said Beatrice Bee. “There is no way that I would even come close to winning a race like that.”
“I think you are just afraid of losing,” said the bear.
“My reasoning behind me not entering this race with you has nothing to do with me being afraid of losing,” explained Beatrice Bee. “It is all about having a level playing field to compete on.”
“I don’t understand,” said the bear.
Beatrice Bee took a good look at the bear’s stomach. It was big and it was round and it was plump.
“Do you know how long it would take me, a single bee, to gather enough pollen to make enough honey to keep up to the amount of honey it would take to fill you?” asked Beatrice Bee. “It would take me several days, if not longer.”
“I see,” said the bear, sort of grasping what Beatrice Bee was saying. “I still think you are just afraid.”
“You can think what you want,” said Beatrice Bee. “I know what I can and cannot do.”
“Suit yourself,” said the bear, walking away.
Beatrice Bee was pleased with herself for standing up to the bear and also for knowing what her limitations were.
“I don’t think there was any way of pleasing that bear,” said Beatrice Bee.
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