...but to be in denial about such a common skin problem was really not the way to go. Queen Bee's self-esteem had taken a royal tumble following the pre-packed honey incident.
Lucky the day was bright and sunny. She flew around the park gathering her thoughts, particularly about the recent claims of the "Logically-Unable to fly and Associated Creatures Union" concerning what to add to their tea during morning breaks. The gambolling Red Setter surprised her from her musing as she rounded the final tree adjacent to the main hive....
2007-08-03 01:34:02
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answered by John S 4
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The gambolling Red Setter surprised her from her musing as she rounded the final tree adjacent to the main hive. Sparky stopped dead in his tracks as the Queen Bee abruptly began flying backwards to narrowly miss poinking Sparky's moist schnozz. (Put, that in your pipe LUFACU and smoke it!)
"Whoa!", breathed an equally surprised Sparky. "Even adjacent to a tree, that main hive you got there, Miss B, is rather ...imposing. You do know they have ointments that can fix stuff like that don't you? I mean, there is no reason for you to have to carry around the heartbreak of such a disgusting, yet treatable, condition."
"Yes. And, thank you so much for NOTICING as well as bringing it to my attention ...yet again.", replied Her Majesty with a suitable regal haughtiness. "But, I don't suppose I should really be subject to dermatology advice from a being who must wear a lampshade around his neck to prevent his mange from being spread to his tongue, then, ...should I?"
With that, the Queen Bee adroitly positioned her stinger and completed the poinking Sparky had so narrowly missed at first encounter with Her Majesty.
After both of the Queen's sharp retorts, Sparky was wounded ...from the tip of his clammy probuscus the his very gambolling soul. He bolted away howling plaintively ...over and over... to find solace in licking his wounds (and other parts) which would eventually fully heal. But, alas, such would not be so with our Queen Bee. Though, indeed, there are ointments for treating her unfortunate skin condition, in her petulant irritation over the misguided remarks of an inferior but well-meaning lower species she had forgotten an important lesson all baby bees are taught at their mother's (bee's) knees:
"Neither the hives you live in, nor those on your skin, are animals. But, if you sting an animal - you're gonna die."
As the Queen Bee paid the ultimate price for her shortsighted peevishness a chubby bear cub cherub capered into view and gorged all the honey with innocent impunity.
Unless you want to continue the story. In which case...
2007-08-03 14:07:29
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answered by wow_bill 7
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