Sounds as if Georgie ran into a little trouble...
So, I was arrested for trespassing yesterday.
I didn’t see that coming.
I was simply going around, asking everybody what they think my Special Column should bee. I wasn’t trying to cause trouble.
There was this one green door I ran across, about a half a bush down from the Hive. I wasn’t sure who lived there, but I knocked, and this really old-looking bug came to the door.
At first, I didn’t recognise him, but it turned out to bee Mo, for buzzin’ out loud Seriously now. What’s he even doing here?
You remember Mo, right? He’s Curly’s brother. I thought he’d left a long time ago. I have no idea what he’s doing here, but he didn’t seem to bee himself at all. And he looked terrible.
“MO?” I said.
“WHAT?” he kind shouted at me, which I thought was awfully rude. “WHADYA’ WANT?”
“Mo, it’s me, Georgie Bee.”
“THERE’S NO BEE HERE. GET AWAY!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just…” I about to say.
“WHADYA’ WANT?” Mo (and least I think it was Mo) shouted again.
“I’m here today,” I said, “to take a survey of all my loyal, faithful, loving Readers about what Special Thing they’d like me to include in my weekly column during this Hot Season.”
“YOUR WHAT??”
“My Readers,” I told him.
“SO WHAT IF I CARE IF YOU CAN READ!” Mo said. “GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR!”
“But I…” I started to explain.
“THAT DOES IT. I’M CALLING THE FUZZ.” Then he did that, then the Fuzz showed up and arrested me for Second-and-a-half-Degree Trespassing, which is punishable by a fine of 27 Pounds of Honey and/or 87 Hours of Community Service.
Oh geeeeeeeze.
I think I’m gonna take the Community Service.
So that’s what I hafta do today.
I hope everybody has a fabulously tremendous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!