Willie lay asleep in his underground tunnel. The ground shook above him. “What's going on out there?” the worm crawled up to the surface and saw all sorts of insects, crawling and flying around. “Say, snail, what's going on?”

“Today is Honey Day. All the beekeepers are emptying the beehives and selling their honey. There's always lots of leftovers lying about the ground. You know how delicious honeycomb is. Come with us.” The snail inched his way through the grass.

“But worms don't eat honey,” Willie thought. “Maybe I should go anyway. I might like it. I've never tasted it and I don't even know what it is.”

He crawled along next to the caterpillar and the snail. “Say, snail, what exactly is honey?”

“It's golden and sweet and sticky and oh so tasty. Bees make it,” the worm said.

“I love it too. It's delicious,” the caterpillar added.

A dragonfly flew overhead. “Say, dragonfly, have you ever tasted honey?”

“Why yes I have. I normally don't, but last year's Honey Day celebrations were such a success that I had to try some,” the dragonfly said.

A ladybug flew by. “Say, ladybug, have you ever tasted honey?”

“I have tasted a lot of honey. It's sweet,” the ladybug said.

A butterfly and a bumblebee flew by. “Bumblebee, do you make honey?”

“I'm not that sort of bee. My cousins do though,” the bumblebee said.

Willie and the others soon came to the Honey Day festival. The beehives were buzzing with bees, angry that their hives were being emptied of the honey. The beekeepers used smoke to calm them down.

“Whoa, I don't like smoke,” said Willie. “I'm going home.”

“Wait, take this,” said the caterpillar. He handed Willie a piece of honeycomb.

“Thanks. I'll take it home and eat it. I'd much rather be in my underground hole.” Willie turned and headed home. By the time he got there, he was covered with sticky honey. It dripped out of the honeycomb. He licked himself off. “That does taste good, but I'd rather have toadstool spores!”