down the street, stopping to look in all the different shop windows.
“There's a bakery, a butcher, a fishmonger, a grocers and a sweetie
shop. I don't see any honey shops here.” Angus's favorite food was
honey. At night he'd sit in his croft and stick his paw into the honey
pot, licking up every drop of sticky sweetness. “How am I going to buy
honey when I can't find a shop that sells it?”
crossed the street he saw one more shop. When he looked in the window,
he smiled. The bottom shelf held jar after jar of highland honey. “Oh
look. There's thistle honey, bluebell honey and heather honey. I love
heather honey.” He went inside. “I'd like a hundred jars of heather
The sales clerk
looked up at Angus. “We don't have one hundred jars. We only have five
jars. I you want a hundred jars, you'll have to bring me a hundred bags
of heather bells.”
“I'll do that
then, if you'll make me the honey.” Angus left the shop and ran into the
Since it was
early autumn, they were covered with purple heather flowers. Angus went
to his croft and picked up some bags. He didn't have one hundred bags,
but he did have ten. He filled them with heather bells, brought them
back to his croft and dumped them into a big pile. All day long he did
this until he'd filled 100 bags.
As night came he
sat in his croft, surrounded by the pink, purple and white heather
bells. All of his furniture was hidden by the flowers. He couldn't even
find his kitchen or his honey pot, but he didn't mind. He knew he'd soon
have heather honey.
The next morning
he carried all the heather petals over to the shop, ten bags at a time.
As he dumped
them out, the sales clerk wondered what Angus was doing. Finally he
stopped him. “Angus, what are you doing?”
you heather, like you said. You can make heather honey for me now.”
Angus added, “Can't you?”
silly bear, I don't need the flower petals. I need the bees that fly
around on them. It's the nectar they sip from the heather that makes the
honey, not the flowers themselves.”
know what to do. “I can't catch one hundred bags of bees!”
“You have to
find a beehive. That's where the honey is. Go up to Rowbridge Hill and
ask auld Ben McFarlane. He'll help you, and take these petals with you.”
Angus bagged the
petals and carried them to Rowbridge Hill. He dropped them in a pile.
saw him and walked over to him. “What's the matter, Angus?”
“I want some
heather honey. I thought if I picked the heather flowers that someone
could make me honey from them. Now I find out it's bees that make honey.
“I can give you
some of mine, Angus. If you'll keep bringing these petals to me each
day, I'll give you a jar of honey every single morning. I've got a
perfume business going on the side. I need the petals.” Ben smiled at
Every day Angus
picked heather bells and filled ten bags. He took them to Ben's house on
Rowbridge Hill. Ben gave Angus a jar of honey. Angus had all the honey
he wanted and Ben's perfume business blossomed into a profitable
business. Both of them were happy and both had what they wanted.