“Honey, it is such a sunny day today, yet there seems to be trouble with your bumble.” noted Mrs. B.

“The buzz is that he has fear of the entity that is drawing near.” replied Little B.

“Mom, I keep remembering the keeper’s smoke that made us choke and the monstrous ‘shoo’s that blew like a fuse.” explained Bigger B.

“Oh, sweet-wing, the keeper and his kin are far from this place, so no need to forth and pace.” comforted Mrs. B.

“Mom, I think it may be a case of siderodromophobia to the max—for this bloom brights close to both puffs and ‘choo’s tied to the tracks.” posited Little B.

“I do not mean to be a train work for our pollination retreat, so could we, instead, circle over to the parlour for dropped dishes of sweet?” asked Bigger B.

“That is a splendid idea!” chimed Mrs. B and Little B in sync.

So, the three friendly bees rode the breeze from lea’s criss-crossed seas to Inara’s Icees for a sugary drink. ; )