Everyone knows that bees love honey. The bears know
it and the bees know it. That's why bees build their hives way high up
in the tops of trees. They want to make it as difficult for the bears to
reach as possible.
Little Colin didn't know about bees. His mama hadn't
taught him yet, so when he found a beehive on the ground, surrounded by
sunflowers, he toddled over to it.
The bees, frantic at seeing a bear, buzzed around
him, warning him to stay away.
Colin sat among the flowers. He sniffed them and held
them in his paws. He sat there for hours. The bees, unsure of what he
was doing, went on their business, flying around him now and then to
remind him they were watching him.
Every day Colin went to the flower patch. After a few
visits, the bees left him alone. They knew he didn't want to hurt them
or raid their beehive for honey.
One morning Colins mama took him for a walk. “Look up
there, Colin. Way up in the top of that tree is a beehive. See?”
The bear cub looked up. “What's in a beehive, Mama?”
“Honey. Bears love honey. That's why I'm going to
climb the tree and knock the beehive down. We can eat all the honey.”
“What about the bees? Is that their home? Are we
knocking down their home?” Colin gazed at his mama. “I don't want to
hurt the bees.”
“But we're bears, Colin. This is what we do. We knock
down beehives and eat the honey.” Mama sighed with frustration.
“I'm not going to eat honey. I'm not going to knock
down the beehive. I'll eat berries and nuts instead.” Colin frowned and
went off into the woods. He saw the flower garden and sat down in it. He
looked at the beehive and the bees. “Mama said I should knock your
beehive over and take your honey, but I'm not going to.”
The bees, upon hearing Colin's words, were so
grateful to him that every day when he came to visit, they brought him
out a piece of honeycomb. “Buzz, buzz. Since you are kind to us, we'll
be kind to you.”
Colin didn't tell his mama about the honey. It was