“You’re late, Bee,” he said.

“Late for what?” I asked.

“Everything. You never returned my messages, you obviously decided to enjoy a leisurely breakfast beefore you showed up this morning … and I STILL haven’t gotten anything from you for your Weekly Feature,” he said. “Explain yourself.”

I told him I really didn’t know what to say, other than I still haven’t figured out what to do for my Weekly Hot Season Feature Thingy and suggested that maybee he could just assign me to do the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News’ Weekly Pollen Count Reports or something.

“Bee,” he said, “it’s already been established that you’re lousy with math. Accuracy is essential in those Reports. You also have not had the high level of training it takes to correctly tabulate those numbers, so there’s no way I would entrust you with that kind of responsibility. Those Reports are a Sacred Trust extended by the Bee Times Gazettle Journal Record…and Online News, and I am not about to beetray that Trust.”

Then my Editor continued to insult me for about another half an hour, then he finally said, “Your First Hot Season Weekly Feature - on my Desk - beefore I leave for the Annual Apiary District Journalism Conference on Thursday morning, OR ELSE.”

Geeeeeze. According to my calculations, that only gives me about six more days beefore I hafta come up with something. I wish he would have given me more advance notice on all this, ya’ know what I mean?

Then he told me to get out of his office, so I did that.

Anyway, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future say it’s supposed to bee a nice day, so I think I’ll bee spending some of it enjoying some Recreational Screen Bouncing. (It’s been a long time. I hope I can find my Screen Bouncing Togs.)

Okay then. I hope everybody has a fabulously delightful day!

I’ll see ya’ later!