There's a very special process in making honey:
1) get pollen from the pollen collectors
2) put it through the filter for a quick clean
3) stir until sticky and sweet
4)- the hardest job- check the honey put it through the processor, push a bunch of hard to memorize buttons, package and your done.
(Step 4 is my job)
It may look easy, but make one quart of honey takes thousands of bee's and 3 hours of hard work, then we do the next quart, and the next until night time comes.
I had just finished inspecting the honey when the queen/my mother's assistant, Ted came on the loud speaker.
"Please clear the runway, the pollen collectors are coming. " there was a hint of uneasiness in his voice, something was wrong and I knew it.
Pushing through the crowd of yellow and black fuzz I reached the edge of the runway.
The pollen collectors had definitely returned, but two of the strongest ones, Blake and Buzzy,my brothers had a limp body in between their muscular arms. As they landed I got a closer look, it was a bee. Not one that I recognised. Thin and weak. Not one of my kin.
A loner
I don't know why but I had a weird feeling, the sensation of adventure and mystery. The one thing I did know was that it had something to do with this new bee and I was going figure it out.
Suddenly, the queen bee appeared.
"New bee," she said in dislike.
"Where did you get him? " she questioned Buzzy.
"He was being attacked by wasps, we saved his life." Buzzy bragged.
"A loner, " the queen mumbled, "should never be trusted. "
"Should we take him to Daisy?" Blake asked.
Daisy is our healer. She helps sick and wounded bee's.
"Not you, no, " the queen replied sharply. "You've done enough work already, someone else will take him to Daisy " her eyes shine with pride for her hard working son's.
I knew this was my chance. "I will, " I said stepping forward.
"Very well, " the queen said in surprise.
In excitment I rushed over and helped the Loner up. I helped him limp off the runway using my sholder for support.
"Anna," I said.
"Max, " he replied.
Max I think to myself what a nice name.
Hey readers, what do you think that weird feeling Ann had was?
Comment and vote!
-spypiggy
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Impossible
AdventureEveryone knows that a bee shouldn't be able fly It's wings are too small to get it's fat little body off the ground But the bee of course flies anyway, because bee's don't care what humans think is impossible.
