Who’s that humming such a happy tune? Oh! It’s my friend Humphrey.
“Thanks for planting these red hot pokers,” he says. “I love the sweet nectar in them.”
“My long beak and even longer tongue are ideal for reaching down into these petals shaped like tubes.”
“But, look out Humphrey,” I call to him. “A dangerous character is heading right for you.”
“Eeeee! Thanks for the heads up, Anneli. These guys usually mind their own beesness. Still, I have to be careful or I could get stung.”
“Maybe he’ll pass right over my wings.”
“Look over your shoulder, Humphrey!”
“Oh no-o-o-o! Here he comes again. Buzz off!”
(You’ll have to look hard to see what’s over Humphrey’s shoulder.)
“I know you’ll think I’m a coward, but I’m going to hide for a minute. These guys can be dangerous. Their sting can pack quite a wallop for a little guy like me.”
“You can come out now,” I tell him. “I think he’s gone.”
“Thanks for watching out for me, Anneli,” Humphrey hums between slurps of red hot poker syrup.
“Well, take it easy on the dessert, Humphrey. You’re starting to get a little belly.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” Humphrey sips as fast as he can, then suddenly stops and glances down to his right. “Oh no-o-o-o-o. I thought I heard him buzzing. Here he comes again!”
“Bzz-bzz-bzz,” says the little critter. “I’m just beeeeing a beeee.”
Do you see him?