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When I woke up this morning, I looked outside and realised that there’s a coating of snow all over the place. It’s stuff like this that makes me glad I don’t have a driveway, ya’ know what I mean?

Well, I finally got the first part of my story back from my Editor. There was a whole bunch of what I’d written crossed out in red pencil. He told me those were Krunch McKowskey’s edits. Of course, I had to ask, “Why is the Hive’s new Security Bee involved in this?” My Editor told me to lower my voice and said, “Don’t bee asking questions, Bee.” Then he told me to get out of his office and get back to work.

So I did that. There was a huge amount of re-typing I had to do, (which wasn’t easy since my wings really don’t work all that well when it’s cold like this.)

Geeeeeze. I could probably have my whole story written in the time it’s taking those guys to “edit” what I happen to think was already flawless work. And I still can’t figure out why Krunch McKowsky has anything to do with any of this, but whatever.

The way things are going at this point, it looks like I’ll bee able to share a new part of the story with everybody every Wednesday. Probably. (I think it’s good to have a routine, don’t you?)

Anyway, here, for your reading pleasure, is PART 1 of . . .

“THE BEE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH”

“The bee knows too much."

That was the last thing I remember somebody saying beefore I blacked out and found myself tied up and in the dark.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beeginning.

I was born in a small, wooden box in Missouri. My father was an accountant, and my mother was, of course, a Queen.

I was just a larvae when my parents shipped me off to a Boarding School located near a Human Mental Health Facility in Saint Joseph, Missouri. After graduation, I attended the highly prestigious Bee Academy in London, where I studied for several years beefore returning to the United States, first settling in Saint Paul, Minnesota, after which I relocated here, in Manitou Springs, Colorado. I have lived here ever since.


My first home here was a modest shoebox, just this side of the Near Meadow, next to the Garden Wall. Since then, as my fortunes increased, I moved into the home I have now - a nicely-appointed boot box, which I continue to share with my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, his Robotic iBee, Canfield (but who we call "Bert"), and with my Great Grandma Gee Gee (whose real name is Blanche, but she prefers "Gee Gee").

For the most part, I live a peaceful, uncomplicated life.

As anyone who already knows me will tell you, that aside from beeing an Advice Columnist and Highly Popular Movie Critic, I'm the author of three books, my latest beeing the globally-popular Romantic Mystery, "An Affair in Algiers".

It's important to keep that last title in mind, beecause it apparently had a lot to do with what happened to me during the early autumn of 2015.”

(to bee continued)

. . .

Okay then. I hope everybody has a massively enjoyable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!