As her gown wondered why they were not yet in bed, eyes rolled across each line, even with weariness needing several to be reread—for text’s missive had her soul cloaked in carmagnole and her heart drumming against arrest / a rest, her spirit lit and ready to burn through each tomorrow’s turn. ; )

For Sunday’s sea sprint, Dierdre had practiced minimizing her diving splashes in addition to both setting her surfacing angle and timing her caudal shifts, whereas Dee-Dee’s entire switchology was set to ‘spin’. ; )

Crossing from the land of the paviour to the land of the saviour remains accessible to all; whether as the draw of a fleeced blanket coat or the awe of verdure’s arvo note, the singe of mankind bows to the song of man’s kind—both ever present as proffered presents. ; )

Within the conglomeration of fallen hydrometeors, sharky shark has left the bloody clouds of chum—upon which he rained toothy terror—in order to shift his icy mood to a state in which serenity can be hailed, ameliorating the fuming fog that currently drifts him as slow as fluttering snow. ; )

“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. ; )