The Bee Expresses Himself

     It was fall now.  The bee stayed inside for a while thinking about the dear and what he might try to do about these mysterious things his father called "feelings." He was afraid that if he hung out with his friends, he would have to face the dear. That would certainly cause an emotional upheaval and possibly a physical "heaval" of his foods too. But he knew that he couldn't stay inside forever, and he was already starting to get lonely.

     Knock-knock-knock.

     The bee was deep in a cup of cider when he heard people at his door. He put down his appley delight and rolled up to greet them. He opened the door and saw the cat, the land shark, and of course... the dear.

     "Come outside, ya dingus," the land shark said in his goofy tone. The bee wanted to, but couldn't.

     "buh," the bee was afraid that if he left his mouth open for one extra second he may just blow up.

     "C'mon. Let's go..." the cat tried pulling him out the door but he wouldn't budge.

     "Pleeeeeease," said the dear.

     AHHHHH. The bee thought. She was talking right to him! What was he to do!? He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe. But he felt like he was gonna do something else. And then it happened.

     BRAARFF! The bee made vommy all over the doorway. Immediately, the motherly instincts of the dear kicked in harder than twin after burners of an F15. She scooped up the bee, ran into the house, and wrapped him in a big ol' blanky.

     "What can I get for you to make you feel better?" the dear asked. They were worried that he had come down with quite the bug.

     "SNU..." the bee was still struggling with keeping himself together. "SNNNN," almost there. "Snuggle?"

     "Of course my darling. But how can I help you get over that cold of yours," the dear said still deep in mother mode.

     "Bloopis. I doop. Jussa snuggums. YOU!" the bee was blushing because he never soul dumped on anyone before. It was an eye opening experience. Of course for his mental eye. The other ones weren't quite as useful.

     "Oh..." the dear was happily surprised that the bee shared the same feelings with her.

     The dear pranced over to comfort the bee. She let him know that she had the same feels and everyone was happy. The rest of the friends left so that it didn't get too uncomfortable. (Way too cute to handle.)

A few months passed

     Some of the friends went to different schools, but they still played frisbee with each other whenever they got the chance. The goodest of friends.