It appears as if Georgie Bee is Finally Awake...
15/04/25 15:15
So earlier this Morning, I was sleeping along perfectly Soundly when all of a sudden, I gradually started hearing a Voice Intruding on my Slumber. As I started to wake up, I realised it was Potato’s Voice (my Sensory-Impaired Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug). She was telling me to “Get up!”
“Get up!” Potato kept saying. “Get up, get up, get up! You’ve been asleep long enough. It’s a beeautiful day out. Spring has arrived, and even the trees are waking up - so it’s time you did, too. WAKE UP!”
Personally, and just Speaking for Myself, I thought she was beeing Rude and Presumptuous, ya’ know? Have you ever had anybody like that just AT you for something and they just won’t Stop? Isn’t that irritating? But she kept At me.
“Wake up! Awaken!”
“Fine,” I said as I Awakened, mostly.
Of course, the very First Thing I had to do was to go to the Bathroom. I can’t beelieve how long I’ve been Holding It.
Anyway, when I finally came out of the Bathroom about 87 Minutes Later, I saw Potato standing there. I think she was smiling at me, but I couldn’t bee sure.
“I have taken the Trouble,” she said, “to prepare a mostly Nutritious Breakfast for you, along with a Delicious and Compound Eye-Opening MegaSlurp-Sized Mug of Morning Nectar. It’s just outside, on the rusted bottle cap.
Follow me.”
“Fine,” I said. I put on my Shoes, and followed her outside our ShoeBox to the Rusted Bottle Cap that’s been sitting there for we don’t know how long, which we sometimes often rarely use for a PicNik Table. I couldn’t help but notice that Potato had not only provided me with a MegaSlurp-Sized Mug of Morning Nectar with a Bendy Straw (but no Umbrella, which I thought was weird), but also a generous bowlful of Honey-Roasted Pollen Puffs. They looked Delicious, and she was right: it was a Beeautiful Day.
I had a few Sips of Morning Nectar, then I sat down, and asked Potato, “No Umbrella?”
“What?” she asked me.
“No Umbrella? In my Morning Nectar… there’s no Umbrella? I usually often sometimes have an Umbrella - and the Bendy Straw, of course - in my Morning Nectar these days. But there’s no Umbrella? Are we Out of Umbrellas?”
“Yes, yes we are,” Potato said. “But right now, we really can’t afford to order more - they’ve just gotten too expensive,” she said.
“Too Expensive? Why is that?” I had to know.
“Tariffs,” Potato said.
“Tariffs?” I asked. I know that “Tariffs” are these Horrible Creatures from that old Horror Movie, “Day of the Tariffs”, but I couldn’t figure out why Creatures from an old Horror Movie would’ve had anything to do with the Price of Beverage Umbrellas. It just made no sense whatsoever.
“Beverage Umbrellas are a Luxury Item, Georgie, and quite frankly, since you’ve been asleep all this time, we’re starting to run short on Honey, so not only do you need to keep Waking Up, but you need to get back to Work. We need the Honey,” she informed me.
“Whatever,” I said, but she still didn’t explain what an old Horror Movie has to do with the price of Beverage Umbrellas.
As I sat there, sipping my Good Morning Welcome Back Mega-Slurp-Sized Mug full of Morning Nectar and munching on Pollen Puffs, I noticed that Potato was suddenly buzzy reading the Latest Edition of the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record …and Online News. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard any News about Anything. I suppose it was Nice beeing Awake again, but I didn’t like the Fact that I had no Idea whatsoever about what was Going On anywhere, so I asked Potato Very Politely, “So … what did I miss since I’ve been Asleep?”
Potato looked up from her Newspaper, turned around and looked at me with kind of a Blank Stare for what seemed an Unreasonably Long Time, then finally said, “Beelieve me. You don’t want to know.”
“But I do want to Know,” I told her, beecause I did want to Know, but she still wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to Know that she didn’t think I should Know.
“Just enjoy your Breakfast, Georgie, and, for the sake of your own Peace of Mind, it’s best you don’t ask too many Questions. I’m going to guess that you wouldn’t like the Answers, mostly.”
Well now, after she said that, I absolutely had to Know whatever it is I wanted to Know that she didn’t think I should Know, ya’ Know? So I finished my Breakfast and told her, “I’m gonna go over to the Hive for awhile, and find out what’s going on around here, since you don’t seem to want to tell me. I’ll bee back.”
“Fine,” Potato said. Then I left.
So far up to this point, I’ve been going from Bee to Bee, asking what’s been going on since I’ve been Asleep, but all anybody will say is, “You don’t wanna’ Know.”
But the thing is that I do wanna Know, so I still need to go find out somehow what it is exactly that I wanna Know.
So I’m gonna go do that.
