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BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Bumblebee flew
from flower to flower, gathering pollen from the bluebells and buttercups
and violets. "Can I have some of your honeycomb?" Heather asked. She loved
honeycomb, even though it sometimes made her pale purple dress sticky.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Bumblebee wanted
Heather to follow her to the beehive. "I’m coming," she called. Her wings,
as delicate as the petals of a rose blossom, flapped up and down as she
followed Bumblebee.
Bumblebee flew around the oak tree,
over a pile of boulders and the most beautiful wildflowers Heather had
ever seen. "Do you use pollen from all the flowers to make your
honeycomb?" she asked.
Bumblebee flew down to some of them.
He gathered the pollen from the tiny white daisies with lemony yellow
centers. He gathered the pollen from the puffy pink clover balls that
looked like they had spikes all over them, except they were soft and
smelled good. Soon his arms and legs were covered with bright orange
pollen. BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Heather watched him and saw all the different
flowers he’d visited. When Bumblebee headed back to the beehive, she
followed.
They were greeted by dozens of other
bumblebees. Some gathered pollen, some helped build the beehive and some
protected the Queen bumblebee. They invited Heather into their hive, which
was huge. Bumblebee excused himself and went to the pollen chamber. When
he came back all the pollen was gone from his arms and legs. In his hands
he carried a chunk of honeycomb. "Is this for me? Why thank you," Heather
said and took it from Bumblebee’s hand. She licked the honey from it and
sipped up every last drop. When the time she was finished, her dress,
auburn hair and wings were covered with sticky honey. "Oh, how messy of
me. Just look at my dress! Thank you for the honeycomb, but now I shall go
to the stream and wash myself. Goodbye," she waved and flew towards the
stream.
She stood at the edge of the water,
wiping the honey out of her hair and off her wings. All around her were
dozens of red poppies. She laughed when she thought of Bumblebee gathering
pollen from then and how delicious it would taste. "Another time,
perhaps," she said and finished washing the golden honey from her dress. |
