Okay, I figured out what to do about my Editor’s demands that I find a way to get everybody in the Swarm to start beelieving the News again. I was glad it didn’t take me long (I only need about a day or two to figure out anything. I'm very efficient, as we all know, mostly), aren’t you? I thought you would bee.

As we all know, the “Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News” has been in buzziness, serving the Swarm’s Informational Needs, mostly, for as long as anybody can remember, which nobody can, especially me.

My Editor’s still highly upset over the fact that nobody trusts the BTGJR…AON right now, but quite frankly, if you’re a regular subscriber to that thing, you understand that it’s not a fun thing to read, it’s in super small print, and it usually gets only about half the story right, probably.

It’s not going out of buzziness, though. They’re just not gonna publish anymore issues until, as my Editor put it, “our Beeloved Readers come to their senses”. Whatever.

In the meantime, I’m sure everybody’s going to respond favourably to something I’ve managed to throw together for everybody in the Swarm - and for my Beeps (if you’re interested). It’s a Weekly News & Information Thingy, which my Editor says he’ll start publishing tomorrow.

We’re calling this Thing, “Life in the Stump”, and it will contain the dependably and mostly accurate News and Information of the Day. It’s gonna come out every Thursday. I’m absolutely certain that there’s a excellently marginal good chance that everybody’s gonna love it. And with the low, low Seasonal Subscription Rate of just 0.187 pounds of honey per issue, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna make a lot of honey off this Thing.

“We’d better,” my Editor told me when I gave him the First Issue. “Or Else.”

Whatever.

So…bee sure to check back tomorrow, either here or on my Website, for that.

Okay then. Let’s bee careful out there.

“Nobody trusts The Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News anymore,” he said.

“Well…yeah… that's beecause,” I started to say.

“Ever since we published that Special Insert that listed all the problems everybody has run into in this Stump, and listing Queen Jemima’s Questionable Promises to make Improvements on Day One,” he told me, “our Readership has taken a nose dive.”

“You mean,” I asked, “the Improvements that aren’t gonna happen? I’m sorry. I didn’t see that.”

“Bee that as it may, Bee, we have a Big Problem on our wings. Our Publication has been the Number One Sources for Sports and Information for the past very long time, and now, nobody beelieves anything we print.” He slammed his wing on his desk and buzzed superly loud, “THIS WILL NOT DO! I’m assigning YOU the job of FIXING this Problem, Bee - OR ELSE!”

I don’t know why my Editor is suddenly blaming ME for this Problem. Geeeeeeze. I just woke up. And what do I know about anything? Nothing, that’s what.

But okay fine, I’ll do it. After all, over the past few years, dozens of bees and Beeps (my Human Friends - you know who you are) have come to rely on me for a Dependable Viewpoint. How many relationships did I save and make happier with my “Dear Georgie” Column? I think the number is too high to count, probably.

And how many came to deeply depend on my highly accurate and insightful Reviews I provided in that “At The Movies with Georgie Bee” Thing? I don’t think it’s possible to calculate.

Anyway, I guess I hafta figure out some way to get the Swarm to beelieve the News of the Day - and I guess I’m the only bee who can bring Trustworthiness back to the News.

So I’m gonna go do that.

I’ll get back to you when I figure all of this out.

Let’s all bee careful out there.

The Legal Proceedings have beegun already, but I’d rather not talk about all that. It’s highly boring. Beesides, it’s the Weekend, and I’m gonna go enjoy that.


Let’s all bee careful out there.

“I’m sure you know,” he said, “that this is a highly sought-after address, and it isn’t usually available, but you’re in luck. The property just opened up after we had to evict a family of Prairie Mice who had fallen beehind on their rent. You’ll love it there,” he told Her.

Of course, he lied. They hate it there, but they’re kinda stuck there until the Royal Renovation is done. Probably.

Just wait until you hear about this place. But right now, I hafta go and try to find a pair of dry socks.

Let’s all bee careful out there.

After she was Coronated, about all she did was look around the Hive, then go into this long rant about how messy and broken down the Hive had beecome.

“This place is a total disaster. We are not pleased - not even slightly,” She told everybody.

Of course, everybody started grumbling beecause they figured She was gonna make everybody forget about taking a long, Cold Season Nap like they’d planned to do, and that they’d hafta work double-shifts to clean things up instead of sleeping. Luckily, Queen Jemima seems to bee a very Practical Queen, so she informed everyone that they had to move out so that they wouldn’t bee in the way of the Repair, Refurbish, and Remodelling Consultants she’d hired to completely re-do the Hive.

That was a good thing, and everybody was relieved, I guess they found out where they were going to have to move while all that work was beeing done.

But I’ll tell you about that later. I hafta go do something.

Let’s all bee careful out there.

I don’t think it was even a little bit funny.

I also didn’t think it was very funny that I was even in the Hive in the first place. As I remember (and I have a very good memory, as we all know), I had fallen asleep in my own, wee bee bed in the Boot Box, and totally expected to wake up there. That wasn’t the way it worked out, though.

When I did finally get back home to my Boot Box, I asked Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) how I ended up in the Hive.

“What was I doing there in the first place when I don’t even live there?” I needed an answer.

“Uncle Georgie,” he said, “you’re the best Uncle in the World, and I love you, but you snore.”

“I snore?” I said. “I don’t think so. I beelieve you’re mistaken,” I told him.

Seriously now.

“Trust me,” he said. “You snore. You snore very loudly and constantly, as a matter of fact, and, quite frankly, we simply couldn’t take it anymore.”

“No, we couldn’t, dear,” Great Grandma Gee Gee added. “Goodness me, we couldn’t even hear ourselves think with all that snoring.”

“I beelieve it was in Late February sometime,” Kevin went on, “that a bunch of us rolled you up in your blankets and carefully relocated you to the empty Hive. Since nobody was there anymore beecause of the Royal Renovation, we figured it would bee perfect. It was a Win-Win, a Zero-Sum Game, especially for us,” he said.

Whatever. I still say I don’t snore.

Well, then I asked him what he was talking about when he talked about a “Royal Renovation”. I’ll explain all that to you later, but right now, I hafta go.

Let’s all bee careful out there.