the bear, loved to eat honey. He didn't like eating nuts and berries.
The only thing he'd eat is honey. He had knocked down so many beehives
that there were hardly any left in the forest.
tummy rumbled with hunger. “I want some honey!” He looked at all the
treetops. “There are no beehives. Where are you bees?”
down to the river. “Bees like to drink water. I'll wait here and see if
any bees come and then I'll follow them.”
waited and he waited. The sun went down and then it came up again the
next morning and still no bees. He was about to move on when he heard a
buzzing sound. “Is that a bee? It might be a fly, or a mosquito, or it
might be a bee.”
orange and black bumblebee flew across the river. “It is a bee! I'll
follow it.” Ricky chased the bumblebee all the way into the middle of
the forest, where it was dark and scary. He didn't notice though because
he was too hungry.
it is. There's the beehive.” Ricky saw that it was high up in the tree.
He couldn't possibly reach it from the ground. “I'll have to climb the
tree.” He wrapped his legs around the tree trunk and climbed to the
branch. “I can't reach it.” The beehive was way at the end of it.
inched his way, dangling from the branch until he reached the beehive.
He took his big paw and hit it to the ground. The bees buzzed angrily
around him. He swatted at them and fell from the branch to the ground,
landing in a bush. The bees kept attacking him, stinging his legs and
arms. “Ouch! Ouch! Go away!”
time he was able to stand up, he had so many bee stings that he hurt. He
ran to the river and sat in it, soaking his sore paws. When he felt
better, he found the beehive. It was full of honey and the bees were
busy making another one in the tree tops. Ricky ate the honey, but all
night long he hurt. “I think from now on I'll just eat berries and nuts.
At least they don't sting you.”