Wednesday, May 10, 2017

wolf and bee


the little dachshund could hardly believe his luck. it had been many years since his last encounter with his little bee friend, but there it was, perched on the side frame of the windowsill, smelling of lavender and honey and thyme and just the faintest whiff of iris.

why, smello, mister bee! thelittle dachshund squeaked most enthusiastically. it has been many years since we have seen each other, and in that time, i have always been hoping i would see you again, so that i may finally ask you something that i should have asked you long ago, something that i have been wanting to ask you for a very, very long time ...


mister bee, is it true that honey comes out your butt and if so, may i please lick it? :)

1 comments:

Jane said...

Baxter, be careful trying to smello Mr. Bee. He may not be a friendly sort like your toy friends.