It sounds as if Georgie needs to watch his back ...
So this is weird:
Yesterday, I had just sat down and gotten back to work writing my story (“The Bee Who Knew Too Much”). My beret (which I’ve found is a highly crucial part of good writing) was perfectly positioned on my head, I had a delicious and refreshing Umbrella Drink with the mandatory Bendy Straw, and things were really beeginning to flow. Unfortunately, I was almost immediately interrupted by some extra-loud knocking at my boot box door.
“Yes?” I said, as I opened the door to see who it was.
It was Krunch McKowskey, the Hive’s new Security Bee.
“Bee,” he said.
“Yes?” I said.
“I could help but overhear some typing going on in here.”
“You’re correct,” I told him. “I’m working on the next part of my story.”
“Just as I suspected,” Officer McKowsky said. “I read the second part of your story yesterday,” he said.
“I’m glad you’re following along,” I said.
“Bee careful about what you include in that story of yours,” he said. “We couldn’t help but notice that you’re getting dangerously close to revealing certain information that we think you shouldn’t bee sharing with the world.”
“We?” I asked.
“I’ll bee asking the questions here, Bee,” he said in a not-so-nice tone.
“Just watch it,” he continued as he poked me in my thorax with a big stick. (That hurt. A lot.)
Beefore he finally went away, he said, “I’m keeping a close eye on you and your story. Consider this a warning.”
Geeeeeeeeze. That guy made it sound as if I’m in trouble for something I haven’t even written yet. That’s just weird.
After the throbbing pain in my thorax had finally settled down, I went back to working on my story. (I need to get the next part done so I can share it with everybody next Wednesday, ya’ know.)
As I started writing again, I couldn’t help but think that, for some reason, Officer McKowsky’s voice sounded strangely familiar to me. (I remember thinking that the first time I tripped over him in the Hive, but for the life of me, I just can’t place it.)
Anyway. I need to get back to writing my story. So I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a remarkably noteworthy day - and weekend!
I’ll see ya’ on Monday! Probably.
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Okay then. Hope everybody's having a monumentally magnificent day!
I'll see ya' later!
It's Wednesday - and time for the next instalment of Georgie's story . . .
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Wow, that was a close one. I had just grabbed the next couple of pages of my story and was on my way to share them with you when I decided to poke my head outside and see if my morning paper had arrived. (It hadn’t.) But it was SO WINDY out, that it almost blew my story out of my wings.
I’m so glad my story didn’t end beeing blown to Pueblo.
Anyway - and without further delay - here is Part 2 of my riveting story of “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”:
So. To continue with my story here:
It was a beeautiful day out, and I was minding my own buzziness as I prepared to enjoy some mid-day Recreational Screen Bouncing. Knowing that I had to start working on my weekly movie review, I decided to wear my beret (to get me in the mood to bee creative), donned my Screen Bouncing Togs and stepped out into the sunshine.
Looking around for an appropriate, useable Bouncing Screen, I noticed that a Human living nearby had a window which had a very responsively-sized screen - and even better, the window was open. (Screen Bouncing is much more gratifying when the window is open.)
I wasn't in a particular hurry, so I just started kinda leaf-jumping, zig-zagging my way toward my destination through a garden bed full of leafy vegetation. Much to my surprise, I just missed one, particular jump and ended up hanging sideways and upside down off the edge of a leaf that was fairly high off the ground. If that's ever happened to you, you already know it's not a good situation to bee in, especially if you're afraid of heights, as I am.
As I was hanging there, I thought I heard voices on a leaf directly above me. I couldn't see them (beecause I was actually hanging upside down), but I could hear them buzzing back and forth in what sounded like foreign accents. I didn't recognize the voices, and I couldn't quite place the nationality - but that's okay. I usually don't recognise anybody's voice most of the time and usually can't figure out where anybody comes from anyway. (Bees all kinda sound the same, ya' know?)
"We were right on his tail," I heard one of them say. "Where did he go?"
"I do not know," the other one said, "but he must bee near."
"This Georgie Bee is a clever one," the first one said. "Once again, it seems he has escaped our grasp."
Upon hearing that somebody was trying to find me and help me out of my predicament, I felt a huge wave of relief sweep over me, so I let out a loud buzz, just to let them know that I was right beelow them, hanging on as tightly as I could so I wouldn't fall.
"Do you hear that?" one of them said.
"Yes, I do," the other one said.
"It's ME, Georgie Bee," I buzzed loudly.
"Bee? Georgie Bee?" one of them asked.
"Yes, it is I, Georgie Bee," I yelled up at them.
I heard them speaking in muffled buzzes, then heard one of them say in a whispering tone, "He's right beelow us."
The other one yelled down at me, "Do you need some help there?"
"It would bee highly appreciated," I yelled back. "I think I've gotten myself into a bit of an awkward situation here."
"And you said you ARE Georgie Bee, right? Georgie A. Bee?" one of them wasted time asking again.
"YES!" I yelled back as politely as I could. (I still needed their help.)
"Okay. Hold on!" one of them yelled.
So I did that.
I could feel a stranger's wings grabbing my left leg as he beegan to pull me to safety. As I felt myself beeing pulled to safety and was just about to thank the strangers for helping me out, I felt a bag beeing placed over my head and something that smelled funny beeing pressed against my face.
"How rude is this?" I thought to myself as I beegan feeling everything beegin to spin. Just beefore I blacked out, I heard one of my rescuers say to the other, "The Agency will bee highly pleased that we were able to secure the target. The bee knows too much."
Then everything went black.
. . .
(to bee continued)
Okay then! I’ll share more next week. In the meantime, I hope everybody has an unprecedentedly joyous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Cold is NOT Georgie's favourite kind of weather . . .
BBBRrrrrrrrrrrr.
And that's all I have to say.
Tune in tomorrow for the next part of my gripping story, "The Bee Who Knew Too Much"!
I hope everybody has a wooly warm day!
I'll see ya' later!
A special Buzz•O•Gram™ from Fleur de Bee in Paris (it's good to know she's okay)...
Unless, I’m sadly mistaken, it’s finally Monday again!
So, the Humans Who Think They Can Predict the Future are saying that, later today, a big huge snowstorm is gonna hit us. Geeeeeeze. Talk about ruining a perfectly good Monday.
Anyway. I wanted to bee sure to share a Buzz•O•Gram™ I got from Fleur de Bee in Paris yesterday. I don’t know what it says (I don’t speak French), but it’s good to know that she’s okay. We were all so worried, ya’ know.
Right after I finish enjoying another acorn cap of semi-lukewarm morning nectar, I’m gonna take Fleur’s message over to the Hive. I’ve heard there are couple of bees there who are taking French lessons (Babs & Bobby), so maybee they can figure out what it says.
Okay then. I hope everybody has an amazingly festive day!
I’ll see ya’ later!