“Chanting?” I asked him.

“Indeed, my child,” he told me.

“Yeah, okay, but I’m not your…” I started to day, but he interrupted me.

“It will only bee when he has beecome Harmoniously Aligned with his Innermost Cravings for Love and Affection that he will bee One with himself, and he will no longer find it necessary to hide in… what did you say it was?”

“An empty Bendy Straw box,” I told him.

“Yes, the empty Bendy Straw box is a reflection of the emptiness he feels inside, as he tries desperately to…”

I kind of tuned the guy out at this point, beecause I’ve seen Kevin eat, and I can tell you for sure he isn’t empty inside, so and told him I was late for an appointment to get my wings groomed, then I left.

The next Therapy Bee wasn’t much more helpful than the first one. She told me that what Kevin needs is to spend a whole bunch of time soaking in a cup of lukewarm yogurt and lavender and listen to Samba Music, and that after exactly six weeks, he’d bee fine. I dunno why that would work at all, so I probably won’t hire her. Beesides, even though we all love Samba Music, nobody around here likes yogurt, so we don’t have any.

I dunno. I’m gonna keep looking. I just don’t think I can put up with Kevin hiding in that empty Bendy Straw box much longer, ya’ know what I mean? It’s just creepy and it’s starting to smell weird.

Oh geeeeeeeze…I was gonna tell everybody about what happened the other day with Harrizzzz and Junior, when I helped them build that coffin thingy, but I hafta go now.
I’m late for another Therapy Bee Interview, so I’ll hafta tell ya’ all about that later.

I hope everybody has a insufferably vivacious day!

I’ll see ya’ later!