Well, at least Georgie has a cover designed . . .
I just got back from my Editor’s office. He was highly upset.
“I’m highly upset,” he told me.
“Why?” I asked.
“Beecause, for some reason, I was brought in for questioning by that new Hive Security guy, Krush McKowsky. He spent more than six hours questioning me,” he said.
“Really? That couldn’t have been much fun,” I said.
“It wasn’t. But do you know what he was questioning me about, Bee?” he asked.
“He’s interested in going into the newspaper buzziness?”
“No. He was questioning me about YOU, Bee.”
“Me?” I asked.
“Yes, YOU,” he buzzed at me. “Now, why would he bee asking me about you, Bee? What, exactly, have you gotten yourself into?”
I told him I didn’t know and that I had accidentally tripped over him the day beefore in the Hive, but I couldn’t imagine why he was suddenly taking such an interest in me.
“I’m flattered,” I said.
“Don’t bee, Bee. From the way it sounded, this Krunch McKowsky seems to have it in for you.”
Oh geeeeeeeze.
I can’t imagine why Krunch McKowsky is so interested in me. I’m pretty boring, really, and, as far as I know, we’ve never met beefore (though I do hafta say that his voice sounds kinda familiar. I just can’t place it, though.)
Anyway, my Editor made it clear that he didn’t want any trouble and that I’d just better “watch it”.
"I always do, sometimes," I told him.
Then he asked me how my feature story about what happened to me during the time I was away was going.
“Great! See?” Then I gave him a copy of the title cover sheet to prove I was hard at work on this thing.
“A cover? That’s all you have for me? Where’s the rest of the story?”
“I’m working on it,” I told him. “I’m just having a bit of trouble remembering everything, but I’m sure it’ll come to me.”
“It had better,” he said, “and it had better bee good.”
“I have no absolutely, positively no doubt whatsoever that it will bee, probably,” I said.
Then he told me to get out of his office. So I did that.
Just as I was leaving, my Editor told me that he wanted the first part of my story in his wings no later than Sunday. (Leave it to my Editor to mess up a perfectly good weekend with a silly deadline. Geeeeeze.)
So - for all those who are curious - here is what I’m working on. I call it, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”.
Okay then. It’s a chilly, drippy day out, so it couldn’t bee a more perfect day to keep working on my story. Just as soon as I find my bendy straws, I’m gonna fix myself a festive and refreshing Cool Season Umbrella Drink and get buzzy.
I hope everybody has a tremendously pleasant day!
I’ll see ya’ later!