2

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!