Wildflower Spring
“I love the spring season,” said Harvey Hippo. “The grass is green, the sun is shining and the wildflowers smell wonderful.”
“Wildflowers?” asked Florence the Florist. “I love wildflowers and so do my customers. My customers have been wanting to order some but my suppliers have not been able to find any.”
“I know where there is a whole field full of them,” said Harvey. “I could pick them for you.”
“That would be wonderful,” said Florence the Florist.
The next morning, Harvey took a basket out to the field and started picking some of the wildflowers. He started hearing a buzz around his ears. Then he heard another and another. He looked and saw a few bees flying around him. Harvey, as big as he was, did not like bees. He quickly filled up the basket and left.
“These are beautiful,” said Florence the Florist. “My customers will love them! I would appreciate it if you could get me some more.”
“Not a chance,” said Harvey. “There are too many bees there.”
“It is good to hear the bees are thriving on them,” said Florence the Florist. “However, bees are not good for the customers.”
“Or me,” said Harvey, seeing a bee flying around the flower shop.
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