Bees and Hives
267 Words
Once upon a time in a shady woods, Baby Bear was born. Both Papa and Mama Bear immensely blithe. Baby Bear blessed with loved by them.
Weeks later, Papa Bear began to bring lots of honey to his kid. He fed Baby Bear himself with a handful beehive. Considering Baby Bear was old enough, on the next week Papa Bear brought a beehive along with the bees.
“Baby Bear would be dead by the bee sting!” shouted Mama Bear angry.
“It’s the time for Baby Bear to provide his own meal,” answered Papa Bear.
Baby Bear reached the beehive, dug for a few of honey while endureth the sting. In no time he loudly cried out.
“Serve Baby Bear a real HONEY next time, Dear! Neither bees nor the sting!”
Tomorrow came. Papa Bear as usually dragged a beehive followed by the bees. Repeatedly he had been doing that day by day. What he was for sure done only keep his eyes through Baby Bear’s efforts helping himself pulling an amount of honey from the beehive.
“Quit it! Whole Baby Bear’s body crowded with wounds and bruised already!”
Otherwise, Papa Bear kept going back bring along a beehive followed by the bees.
One time, a bunch of workers bee guided the queen of bee out of their hive. She showed herself in front of Papa Bear.
“As you can see, my hive dwelled by our colony. Why did you consciously hand over my hive to Baby Bear? Is that your pleasure seeing my legion attacks him?”
“The first thing Baby Bear shall understand is the pain coming from poison pulling back his desire to savor honey.”
|| Sion ||
- Writer
