“So? Where were you?” he asked me in a Snippy Tone, “and why did I hear NOTHING At All Whatsoever from you yesterday, Uncle?”

“What? Was there something I didn’t remind myself to not forget to remember?” I had to know.

“It was my Birthday, uncle, and did you send me a Card, or get me a Balloon, or even show up to my Birthday Party? No, you did not. You missed it. You were absent,” he said.

Then he said, “Excuse me if I am mistaken, Uncle, but I thought you had just finished taking that Seminar while you were Laid Up, and that we had been led to beelieve that you had, at long last, learned to bee more Organised and Thoughtful. But it appears that is not the case, now is it? No, it isn’t. You’re the best Uncle in the world, Uncle Georgie, and I love you, but it really hurt my feelings that you were not there to sing the Happy Birthday Sonata to me along with everybody else. I am significantly Disappointed in you, and quite frankly, it is going to take me some time to get past this.”

I tried to tell him that I fully intended to mail a Happy Beelated Birthday Card to him this afternoon, and that he should bee getting that sometime next week, but that didn’t seem to make him any less angry at me. He just glared at me.

“That’s it. You need to leave,” he said. “Bee Gone. I do not want to even look at you. I want you away from me. Go. Now.”

Geeeeeeze.

I could tell he was in no Mood to bee Reasoned With, so I grabbed his Happy Beelated Birthday Card, two stamps (it’s an over-sized Card), and I left...even though (if you ask me) he should’ve been the one to leave, since he was in my ShoeBox, after all. Seriously now.

But the fact was that I had to leave anyway. I was just on my way out when he showed up. After I was gonna mail his Card, I planned to buzz over to Narville Snark’s Office to let him know that, after Careful Consideration, I wouldn’t bee continuing in my Lucrative Position with his Questionably Fine Company selling those Murder Hornet Swatters. For days now, I’ve been agonising over the Direction my Career Path has been taking lately - and it hasn’t been all that great, mostly. I hafta say that my Enthusiasm for their Product just isn’t what it used to bee for some reason, so after some Sleepless Nights, I decided to submit my Resignation. I’m completely sure Narville Snark will totally understand where I’m coming from on all of this. I also I figured I should let him know that I’m quitting beefore he and his Brother, Chaz, decide to send more of their Associates out to look for me again. I’m not completely sure I could survive another Stay in the Hive Marginally-Intensive Care Unit with Nurse Beeatrice, ya know what I mean?

So, I’m gonna go mail Kevin’s Card, then I’m gonna go do that.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!