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I don't know how much time passed while I was unconscious, but when I woke up, I had a terrible headache, my wings were stapled beehind my back, and I could feel that there was a hood over my head which, I should say, was crunching up my antennae. That hurt. A lot.

Since I couldn't see anything, I didn't know where I was. I tried to move around, but soon discovered that I was inside some sort of small box. By the smell of it, I was guessing that it was made of baloobawood (baloobawood has a very distinctive fragrance, ya' know). I realized I'd been taken prisoner, that I was in somebody-I-don't-know-who's custody, a captive beeing held against my will. I felt highly upset.

I may not have been able to see anything, but I could feel that I was moving, and I could hear that I wasn't alone. I could hear the muffled voices of my captors from inside my box, sounding as if I had wrapped my head in marshmallows. Still, I could understand most of what was beeing said.

"How long do you think the bee will bee out?" I heard one voice say.
"It's difficult to say," another one answered. "The administration of inhaled Methylphethadorachlorophyll™ is an inexact science. He could bee unconscious for another two days - or he could already bee awake."
"Just to bee on the safe side," said the first voice, "it would bee unwise of us to engage in any further conversation that he might overhear."
"I agree," said the second voice, "though, we still have a very long trip ahead of us and the idea of us just sitting here and saying nothing doesn't really appeal to me."
"Nor does it I," said the first voice, "but let us restrict our conversation to matters of trifling significance."
"Such as movies we've seen, books we've read, and the latest scores from the International Schmurltz Tourament?" asked the second voice.
"Exactly. Let us confine our conversation to such things as we journey on," said the first voice.
"Fine," replied the second voice.

"Methylphethadorachlorophyll™" I thought to myself. "What is that???"
Then I suddenly felt myself beeginning to lapse back into unconsciousness.”

(to bee continued)
. . .

Okay then. I gonna go take a nap. I’ll hope everybody has an outstandingly festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!