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The Buzzy Things.
“Good morning, Sky, Bertie; a lovely bright one too.” Said Posh Bear as he sat down beside his friends.
“It is indeed Posh, but it is a worrying one too, well for some of us.” Replied Sky.
“Why would that be, Sky?” Asked Posh.
“I have been having an enormous thunk, and I can tell you both that I am a tad concerned.”
“Poor Sky, I’m sorry to hear that Sky. What have you been thinking about? What, is wrong?” Asked Bertie.
“It’s the buzzy things Bertie. I’m so worried about the buzzy things.”
“I don’t see why Sky, they don’t hurt you and they make our honey, so what is to worry about?” Asked Posh.
“I worry about how clever they are? I mean, how good are their memories. Suppose they had all forgotten that they are supposed to flit around the flowers and then make us honey, what then?”
“I can’t see that happening Sky, they have always made sure we have enough honey.” Argued Bertie.
“I don’t know Bertie; they might forget and the we would have no honey. I was wondering if we should help them, what do you chaps think?”
“I think you are bonkers Sky. How can we help the buzzy things remember what they are supposed to do?” Asked Posh.
“I was thinking that maybe we need to begin writing notices that we can place by the flowers to tell the buzzy things to visit them and start making honey.”
“No, that would never work Sky. We can’t write in bee and they can’t understand bear, so no point in notices.” Said Bertie.
“Ah, I see your thinking Bertie, I hadn’t thought about that. So, what can we do?”
“A difficult one Sky. How about we begin keeping all our empty jars and place them by the flowers so the bees can just drop the honey straight in the jars and that’ll save us ordering on the man’s thingy machine?”
“Brilliant Bertie, you are a genius. Why didn’t I think of that? Simply brilliant, that is what we have to do from now on. We’ll even leave the labels on the jars so if the buzzy things can read, they will know why the jars have been put there.”
“It won’t work fellas, for one thing the man won’t want empty glass jars strewn all over the flower beds. Even if he didn’t mind that or notice, the buzzy things will do what they have always done and that is take the honey to their nest which is called a hive. Only there can it be turned into real honey and then placed in jars for us bears and a little bit we allow hoomans to have too.” Said Posh Bear.
Posh looked at his two friends and could see their concern and so decided to try and help them forget all this nonsense and let the buzzy things do what they are best at on their own.
“Look, how about we go to my store and I give you both a full jar of my honey and the we all go out for a long walk in the garden?”
“What a good idea Posh.” Said Sky as he winked at Bertie. “I knew you would come up with a brilliant idea eventually, Posh.”
“Yes, I agree Sky, our friend Posh is quite brilliant at times.” Agreed Bertie.
“Just not quite often enough.” Whispered Sky as he and Bertie gave a soft chuckle as Posh stood up and they followed him to where he stored his honey.
The Buzzy Things.
“Good morning, Sky, Bertie; a lovely bright one too.” Said Posh Bear as he sat down beside his friends.
“It is indeed Posh, but it is a worrying one too, well for some of us.” Replied Sky.
“Why would that be, Sky?” Asked Posh.
“I have been having an enormous thunk, and I can tell you both that I am a tad concerned.”
“Poor Sky, I’m sorry to hear that Sky. What have you been thinking about? What, is wrong?” Asked Bertie.
“It’s the buzzy things Bertie. I’m so worried about the buzzy things.”
“I don’t see why Sky, they don’t hurt you and they make our honey, so what is to worry about?” Asked Posh.
“I worry about how clever they are? I mean, how good are their memories. Suppose they had all forgotten that they are supposed to flit around the flowers and then make us honey, what then?”
“I can’t see that happening Sky, they have always made sure we have enough honey.” Argued Bertie.
“I don’t know Bertie; they might forget and the we would have no honey. I was wondering if we should help them, what do you chaps think?”
“I think you are bonkers Sky. How can we help the buzzy things remember what they are supposed to do?” Asked Posh.
“I was thinking that maybe we need to begin writing notices that we can place by the flowers to tell the buzzy things to visit them and start making honey.”
“No, that would never work Sky. We can’t write in bee and they can’t understand bear, so no point in notices.” Said Bertie.
“Ah, I see your thinking Bertie, I hadn’t thought about that. So, what can we do?”
“A difficult one Sky. How about we begin keeping all our empty jars and place them by the flowers so the bees can just drop the honey straight in the jars and that’ll save us ordering on the man’s thingy machine?”
“Brilliant Bertie, you are a genius. Why didn’t I think of that? Simply brilliant, that is what we have to do from now on. We’ll even leave the labels on the jars so if the buzzy things can read, they will know why the jars have been put there.”
“It won’t work fellas, for one thing the man won’t want empty glass jars strewn all over the flower beds. Even if he didn’t mind that or notice, the buzzy things will do what they have always done and that is take the honey to their nest which is called a hive. Only there can it be turned into real honey and then placed in jars for us bears and a little bit we allow hoomans to have too.” Said Posh Bear.
Posh looked at his two friends and could see their concern and so decided to try and help them forget all this nonsense and let the buzzy things do what they are best at on their own.
“Look, how about we go to my store and I give you both a full jar of my honey and the we all go out for a long walk in the garden?”
“What a good idea Posh.” Said Sky as he winked at Bertie. “I knew you would come up with a brilliant idea eventually, Posh.”
“Yes, I agree Sky, our friend Posh is quite brilliant at times.” Agreed Bertie.
“Just not quite often enough.” Whispered Sky as he and Bertie gave a soft chuckle as Posh stood up and they followed him to where he stored his honey.