A controversy is brewing in the Hive...?
Just thought I’d mention that it seems that a serious problem may bee brewing in the Hive. It has something to do with Queen Bee, from what I’ve heard.
I’ll letcha know what I find out on Monday, okay?
In the meantime, I hope everybody has a fun weekend!
See ya’ on Monday!
Some shameless self-promotion from Georgie Bee . . .
Now’s the perfect time to grab a copy of my Romantic Mystery novel, “An Affair in Algiers”. It’s the ideal companion to the story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”, which I’m still writing and share every Wednesday.
It’s available as an ebook for your favourite device for the ridiculously low, low price of $1.99 . . . but you can also get a copy FREE as a .pdf download!
Just click on the cover (beelow) to get your copy today!
Okay then. I’m gonna spend tomorrow working on my story so it can bee redacted by my Editor.
I hope everybody has an amazingly delightful day!
I’ll see ya’ on Monday!
It's Wednesday, probably, and time for the next part in Georgie's story . . .
I think we all know what day it is, don’t we?
Okay, maybee not everybody knows what day it is, especially if they lost their calendar - or they’re using one from five years ago. (If that’s what they’re doing, they probably think this is Saturday. It’s not. It’s Wednesday.)
Still, I think we all know that it’s time for me to share yet another part of my dazzlingly intricate and marginally unforgettable story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much” . . .
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"Excuthe me," I could only think to say, "can I have thomething to thip on? I haven't had thomething to thip on in dayth and it really hard to talk with thith...cak..dy mouth."
It seemed to me as if my interrogator, whom I now knew to bee Jasmine - and evidently the same Jasmine in that novel I wrote last Cold Season - wasn't about to give me a sip of anything until I talked.
Beelieve me when I say that I wanted to talk. But, I was so incredibly thirsty and my mouth was so dry that I could barely get a word out.
Talk about frustrating.
"That depends. Can you?" she said, coyly. "Can you tell me who you reallly are, and how you came into possession of the information you very foolishly revealed in your quaint, but dangerously gripping, novel?"
The only thing I managed to get out was a muffled “Ggthay..." sound (my mouth was that dry).
"Gtheorthie," I tried to speak again.
"Excuse me?" Jasmine said. "Did you say something?"
"Gtheorthie," I repeated. "Gtheorthie Bee. Thath my name."
"I think we've already established that," she said with a wry tone of buzz. "What I want to know is: what is your true identity? Surely, it is not the somewhat naive, unlucky, but industrious bee you portray yourself to bee to the rest of the world. No, the revelations in your ill-advised attempt to write Romantic Mystery stories informs us that you are much more than you pretend to bee. Now, WHO ARE YOU?"
Jasmine sounded highly angry. And I felt incredibly confused. And thirsty.
Thinking as quickly as I could, I opened my mouth as much as I could and tried to speak again.
(to bee continued)
. . .
Okay then.
Tomorrow, I hafta go to the Royal Court to fight the ticket I got yesterday for Endangering Public Safety. It turns out that Bert’s Ice Removal Attachment didn’t particularly work all that well, so there’s still a bunch of ice on the boot box door step.
Anyway, that’s gonna take all day, they say. I hope I win -
and that they give me some bathroom breaks.
I also hope everybody has an unrealistically fabulous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Ah, the joys of the Cold Season...
So, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that it’s supposed to bee nice out today. I gotta say: I hope they’re right. Ever since it snowed last time, we’ve had a giant-sized chunk of ice on the boot box doorstep that refuses to melt and, according to an Official Warning I found in my mailbox this morning, if we don’t deal with this slippery problem, I’m gonna bee brought up on charges of Endangering Public Safety.
Geeeeze, that’s the last thing I need, ya’ know?
Anyway, my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, is buzzy screwing on Bert’s Ice Removal Attachment, so in a little while, we’re gonna send him out to deal with this. I’m sure by the time the sun goes down today, our front door step will bee all clear and safe. Probably.
Okay then. I hope everybody has an exquisitely tremendous day! Bee sure to check in tomorrow when I’ll bee sharing the next, suspenseful part of my ongoing story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much.”
I’ll see ya’ later!
It sounds as if Queen Bee might want to watch her back . . .
Monday, January 4, 2016
I’m not sure if life could possibly bee more exciting. Why, you ask? Beecause it’s the FIRST Monday of the New Year! (I thought it would never come.)
So I’ll bee spending this special day trying to recover from all the parties we’ve been enjoying over the past few days. I think this New Year’s party might have been the best ever, except for when Queen Bee got up and made her Annual State of the Hive New Year’s Speech. That lasted almost three hours (I know that, beecause Bert timed it). We didn’t think the Old Girl would ever stop talking (and don’t tell her I called her that - you know how she is about stuff like that).
In her speech, she outlined all the stuff she was expecting from the Hive over the next year. Of course, she mentioned increased honey production quotas and a demand that everybody keep the Hive cleaner, but this year, she added that she’s quadrupling everybody’s taxes beecause, as she put it, she needs a new wardrobe.
Geeeeeze.
I’m just guessing here, but I have a feeling we might bee having another Coronation for a new Queen when the Warm Season finally arrives.
Anyway. It’s cold out today, so we’re all just gonna spend the day inside watching the End of the Sparkly Season “As The Hive Turns” Marathon on TV. I can’t think of a better way to relax, ya’ know?
I hope everybody has a spectacularly sublime day!
I’ll see ya’ later!