Bentley: “I was born a small puppy. When you are a small puppy, there are things that you just don’t know about. I was lucky to have Tucker; my Golden Retriever big brother to teach me important dog stuff.”
Pierre: “What did he teach you? I’m going to venture and guess that it wasn’t how to retrieve. Did he teach you how to roll me when we wrestle? You have reached the expert level on that. Tucker would be proud.”
Bentley: “Yep, he taught me some of my best moves. He also taught me to bark at the neighbor, any snakes that I see, and that locust a.k.a. cicadas taste wonderful.”
Pierre: “I saw Tucker track down and pounce on a locust one day. He was like a ninja.”
Bentley: “I remember one day when we were patrolling the yard for intruders. I came upon a pudgy flying dude in a striped jumpsuit. Even as a pup, I recognized him as the criminal type. He was definitely buzzed, because he came at me like a raving lunatic!”
Bentley: “Well, I hollered for Tucker to come help me. He rushed over and snapped at the fat buzzer. Then, he explained that it was what ya call a BEE. They are not usually aggressive. It is their job to fly inside flowers, get pollen on their scrawny legs, yada, yada, yada, and they manufacture honey. Tucker also told me that the reason they are yellow & black striped is to warn us. I wasn’t sure then, but it is to warn us that they sting…hard.”
Pierre: “I’m not trying to call you out, but I’ve seen you chase bees. What’s up with that?”
Bentley: *Sigh, “It’s true, I have a problem with bees. It wasn’t long after my first encounter with
that bee when I found one acting stupid.
It started buzzing my head and I snapped at it just like Tucker
did. Then, the darn thing goes under my
extra-long ears. I was yelling; Mom,
Dad, and Tucker were all racing to help me; it was very hectic. That’s when it happened. It flew out from under my ear and *deeper sigh I can’t believe I ate a honeybee. It stung me on my nose and I swallowed that
bugger whole. Mom swears that she could
see it stinging inside my belly.”
|Artistic rendition of swollen face.|
Pierre: “Ouch dude! I haven’t ever been stung; knock on wood. I would like to find where that honey is hidden. Did the bee taste like honey when you ate it? I might risk a sting for a bit o’ honey.”
Bentley: “It’s not worth it. My nose was swollen to twice the size of a Buick. The thing is that it did taste good. Now, I just eat them for revenge. I am thinking taking their honey might be even better. Come on, I have an idea how we can mingle in and find out where they hide their honey stash.”
The boys disappear into the storage shed and return carrying a large piece of wood.
|Bentley and Pierre ~ the Wannabees|
Pierre: “Bentley, this is borderline brilliant! We can just stand here and watch where they keep going when they fly away. Once it gets dark, we can go in and snatch all of their honey jars. I can almost taste it now.”
Bentley: “This has been in the building since the human kids were in school. Mom and Dad made it for the school carnival, but it is all ours now. Let’s just stand here and make a buzz noise. These honeybees will not expect a thing. It’ll be the ultimate honey haul. Bbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
After spending the day observing the coming and goings of a large number of honeybees, the boys came inside to formulate their plan. They gathered the supplies that would be needed for the night mission. It was important that the boys were well protected against any night bees. The honey storage might be guarded 24/7. One thing is certain; bees cannot be trusted.
They snuck out and followed the trail they had watched the bees travel. It was kind of scary, because Pierre tends to see wild elephants, panthers, and monsters in the dark. After some serious tracking, they discovered the secret hiding place of the Royal Order of Beez.
Pierre: “There it is and the lights are out, maybe they are all asleep. Shhhh, let’s get a closer
|"Shhhh...we are Bee Ninjas."|
Bentley: “I don’t think that bees have lights, but it does look quiet. Come on, we are going in to get my payback honey. They owe me for pain and suffering.”
Pierre: “Don’t worry, I have my Bee-zooka and I’m not afraid to use it. Let’s belly crawl, it’ll be more intense. Good luck Bentley, I got your back.”
The two mighty bee hunters made a quick and silent attack on the sleeping bees. They considered the mission a complete success. After sneaking back inside the house, the two microwaved some pancakes and enjoyed the fruits of their escapade.
Bentley: “I can’t believe I ate that whole stack of pancakes with our honey.”
Pierre: “You ate it, Bentley.”
** Bee stings can be very serious for your dog. It is a great idea to have Benadryl or some other vet recommended medication on hand in case of a sting. For more information on how to handle a bee sting, click here.
We are joining our Blogville friends, Murphy & Stanley for another Fractured Fryday. The challenge was to use the phrase “I can’t believe I ate…” somewhere in your story. This is a blog hop that happens the last Friday of the month. To join or follow the other funny Fractured Fryday stories, click here.
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with an online memorial service. Sparkle helped humans see the world through cat’s eyes from 2003 to 2014.
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