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Honeybees
“Jack wake up, smells like chow.” I said poking the grumpy old bear next to me.
“Huh? What? Food! I am awake.” Jack said doing a Houdini flourish with his sheet.
“Smells like bacon? Is it bacon flavored Spam?” the old bald grizzly said flexing his nose.
“We got canned bacon, but I doubt Sherry is wasting it yet.” rubbing the grit from driving the tractor out of my eyes.
“Hey, get back here! I said to my food exuberant minion.
“You are tactical now, never leave your weapon.” I said motioning towards the HiPoint carbine and trying to make sense out of a day I was not ready for yet.
“Got ya, sorry.” he said grabbing it and still hurrying twice as fast towards the backyard’s enticing smells, almost running over Sherry in the process.
“Hey sweetie,” Sherry said, while dodgi
