A NOTE to GEORGIE's BEELOVED READERS…

Due to a Tragic Mishap which will definitely bee explained later, probably, our friend Georgie Bee has been in a Coma since beefore the Hot Season ended.

HOWEVER, due to the Genius-Level Inventiveness of Georgie’s Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, we are able to hear Georgie’s thoughts as he continues to lie in his bed in the Coma Ward of the Hive Infirmary where Nurse Beeatrice makes sure that his Physical Needs are tended to.

So, let’s listen in and find out what’s actually going on inside Georgie’s head . . .

“What’s that Whirring Noise? No, seriously - tell me what that is. It’s Highly Annoying, and I wish somebody would turn it off already.

Just just in case you you hadn’t heard, it turns out, I'm in a Coma. I’ve been this way ever since that Unfortunate Mishap over one of ButterCup’s Sunday Suppers, at least that’s what I heard somebody say after I woke up and found myself in a Coma. In a Coma.

Due due to some Conflicting Rumours that I’ve heard while I’ve been here lying here, I’m still not sure WHY I’m in this Coma Coma tend intend Coma but I intend to find out.

Oh. And you're probably wondering why it is, if I'm in a Coma, it's even Possible for you to hear what I have to say, right? Right? Right? Well I'll tell you tell you: I I have been Informed that thanks thanks to the Magic of Fictional Science and my my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin's, New Invention - the Intra-Cranial Neuro-Conductive Combination Thought-Transcriber and Protective Bike Helmet™, you, my Beeloved Readers, you are able to read my Transcribed Thoughts which usually come out clearly clarity clear so so as long as Kevin has things Hooked Up and Calibrated properly properly. It is.

Kevin is so so dam clever, isn't he? He's been working on this thing ever since I first went into a Coma, and has just now decided to do to do a Trial Run. I heard him say that he he he he he still has to tweak the Settings set. Tings, and he’ll beeeeeeee doing that after he gets back back from Lunch.

I hafta must say that, bee bee beeyond any Doubt whatso. Ever, Kevin's Device is a Scientific Breakthrough of almost Unprecedented Importance, probably. I'm just glad it's working, so so so so so so far.

Why does my Pillow feel like a rock? Rock.
And what's is that that Whirring Sound?

Lunch.

If you you ask me, so far, it seems to bee working pretty well, and I would also like Lunch also Lunch, but I don’t want anymore of that horrible, warm and runny Prickly Pear Pollen Gelatine that Horrible Bitch Nurse Beeatrice keeps keeps putting in my my Feeeeeding Tube. I mean what the hell the hell. Every dam day I have to just lie here here and choke down Bag after dam Bag of that that dam stuffing stuff for every Lunch, Breakfast and Supper every, every every single night. If wanna know what the hell I think of Nurse Beeatrice, I'll tell you right now that...

I'm sorry. I truly wanted to finish that Sentence, but Kevin came back from Lunch and Disconnected me momentarily. I heard him telling me that it's beecause he's trying to adjust the Repetitive Transcription settings and Standards of Decency Filters on his Device. He just told me, "Uncle Georgie, you're the best Uncle in the World, and I love you, but we’re simply not prepared to hear your Unfiltered, Transcribed Thoughts, even if you are in a Coma."

I suppose I should thank him, but for some reason, I'm feeling kind of tired.

What is that Whirring Noise? Did I mentioned I’m feeling tired? I think it's all this Excitement of finally beeing Heard after all this time. This time.

Kevin just informed me that he needs to adjust the Intake Valve Sprocket on the Helmet Assembly, and that I can tell you what the hell happened that put me in this Coma in the first place after he gets things working Properly again, hopefully hopefully.

So I’ll bee right here, thinking.
I'll bee back to think again with you as soon as I can.”