Triggered Bees

By Charlotte, Age 9, Co. Dublin

                              Beeware, if you have a fear of bees do not read on...

Hello! My name is Charlotte and I live in a small house on top of a hill with my best friends

Faye and C! (No, her real name is not C, it's Caoimhe, but Faye and I call her C because…well, there is no reason).

One sunny day, I was running around the bright-coloured flowerfield that is beside the hill we live on. C was at home doing God knows what and Faye was out mining for diamonds (and in case you want to know she found no diamonds).

On my way running around the flower field, I picked up some flowers to use as decorations for home. After exactly six minutes and twenty-four seconds, I found an extraordinarily large beehive. All I could think about was how good honey tasted, so I stupidly decided it would be a good idea to take some from the hive.

I started to struggle getting some honey out and I knocked down the hive. Oh Lord, was I going to regret that! Three extraordinarily large and angry bees came out of the hive, but I guess that explains why the hive was so large. The bees had large, red eyes. Even a quick glance could terrify ANYONE! Now, like the normal(ish) person I am, the first thing I thought of was… RUN! I started to run as fast as I could.

I was screaming, which didn't really help in this situation but if you were getting chased by three angry bees, would you scream?

In my mind, all I could think of was, ‘I should have taken Faye's running lesson. She's fast.’ Soon after running in circles for a few minutes, I tried to get up the hill. C was at the house, so she must have heard me screaming.  She came running out of the house to see what was going on.

When she saw me being chased by three angry and extraordinarily large bees, she ran for herself into the house.

“GET IN!” she shouted in an angry tone.

“I'M COMING, GOSH!” I shouted back.

When I got into the house, C shouted at me and said this exact sentence: “Why? How? When? Where?”

I stared at her, wondering how to make it seem like it wasn't my fault but I had no idea what to say.

“Come on, Charlotte, speak up!’’ said C in a bossy tone.

“Uhhh…” I said, confused. “It's a long story,” I mumbled.

“THEN SPEAK UP AND TELL IT TO ME!” C shouted with a bossy and an angry tone.

After five minutes of explaining, all C said was, “That was a silly thing to do, Charlotte. Just why?”

I got angry and screamed “AAAAAH!”

“I HEARD SCREAMING! WHAT HAPPENED?!” Faye interrupted.

“I’ll tell you,” C said, looking at me almost like she was trying to say “Ha ha, you're gonna get in trouble” without even saying anything.

After minutes of embarrassment, as C was telling Faye the story, I was hiding under my bed, hoping they wouldn't give out but of course, they did.

“WHY, CHARLOTTE WHY!” Faye shouted.

“YEAH, CHARLOTTE, WHY!’’ C said.

“Honey tastes nice, okay?” I said, trying to look like I was serious.

“To be fair, honey does taste nice,” said Faye, looking at C.

“It does, but not good enough to BREAK a beehive” said C.

“It’s late, can we go to bed??” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Fine,” C said as we all walked over to our own beds.

“’Night Patch, night Rose, night Baby Rose, night Grandad Patch and night Nana Duck!” Charlotte whispered to her teddy family.

“Shush, Charlotte!” C shouted.

“FINE!” I shouted back. I started to whisper again. “Night, Bunny Hop – “

“SHUSH!” Faye screamed.

The next day, we all woke up and got ready for the long day ahead. We all were pushing to get out the door.

(We all normally see who gets out the door first because whoever gets out first gets to choose dinner that day. Don't ask why.)

When we all got out the door, C spotted an envelope. “Ooh, we just got a letter!” C said, squealing with excitement.

“I wonder who it’s from!” Faye said, while picking up the envelope.

“Oi! I’m opening it,” I said, snatching the envelope out of Faye's hand.

Once I snatched it, I opened it. My jaw dropped when I read the first few lines.

The letter read:

Hello! This letter is not your normal everyday letter from your uncle or aunt telling you that you left without cleaning the dishes...

THIS LETTER IS TO TELL YOU THAT US BEES ARE ANGRY. YOU BROKE ARE HIVE AND NOW… WE… DECLARE… WAR!

Meet us in the flower field in two weeks at EXACTLY eleven o’clock!

And if you don't show up… WE WILL BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSE!

Lots of hate,

The Bees

I read out the letter to Faye and C. To say the least, they weren't happy. C gave out for a while that she thought the letter was Make Your Own Best Friend Necklace kit that she had ordered from Amazon SIX weeks ago, we all calmed down. We then decided that we should make a plan.

After a little while – well, more like a long time - we made the plan. Now, I would tell you the plan but you’ll find out along the way. (Well, maybe I wasn't that bothered to type it. Secrets…)

The next day we set off on our journey! We needed to find an army, so we went to a small village. We didn't want to go to the local village as they now don’t like Faye, C and me because we stole some biscuits, potatoes and some Pringles last time we were there. After around half an hour of walking, we arrived at the village! There was an extraordinarily large sign in front of the village that read WELCOME TO PEEEPVILLE.

“Seems welcoming,” Faye said in a sarcastic tone.

“We have no other options, so let's just go in.,” C said, trying to act like she knew it all.

As we entered the village, many people looked at us in a strange way. When I got the villagers’ attention, Faye told them the long story on how I made the bees angry and why we need their help to fight them. She ended her boring speech asking, “Will you guys be the army?” She said it in a cringy, inspiring tone but she tried her best. I didn’t really mind that Faye was embarrassing me because the villagers got a good laugh out of it.

After the speech, an old man with a walking stick came out of the village pub. He managed to have heard the story from in the pub. Once he got down the tiny set of stairs onto the ground, he asked in a shaky voice, “Could I lead the army?”

We all looked at him. We were too scared to say no, as that would be rude, so C built up the courage to say “Sure.”

The old man stared in amazement and then he shouted “WOO HOO!” He danced in a little circle. Once he stopped he said, “My name is Army E.”

“WE CALL HIM THAT BECAUSE HE WORKED IN THE TWO WORLD WARS, BUT I WOULDN'T TRUST HIM TO LEAD YEH BECAUSE HE'S OLDER THAN THE PYRAMIDS IN EGYPT!” said a small man, about three foot tall.

“Shush, Shortie, I'm leading this.” said Army E, sounding quite angry.

After EXACTLY 11 minutes and 34 seconds of them arguing, they settled down on the idea of Army E leading, it was time to prepare for the BATTLE! Now, I would tell you all the details of the preparation process, but it wasn't that exciting, except for the part where I nearly fell in a hole that was about twenty metres long according to the stone method of dropping it down the hole and seeing how long it would take to get to the bottom. Other than that, all the materials we needed to make armour and weapons were found!

After two weeks of waiting and collecting useless items that we did not need, it was the day of the battle. Faye, C, Army E, the rest of the army and I woke up at 6:30 sharp to get ready for the big day ahead. Everyone grabbed their own personally customised armour and weapons but Army E grabbed nothing but an EXTRAORDINARILY large cloak, a cool baseball hat and of course, his walking stick.

The army, Faye, C and I were all practicing cool fighting moves while Army E was doing absolutely nothing.

“Hey, E, what are you doing?” one of the army members asked.

“I have a different plan then everyone else,” Army E said in a cold tone, kinda like a villain trying to be cool.

After quite a while of waiting, we arrived at the flower field beside our house. We were expecting this to be easy, but, oh man, were we wrong. It was five minutes until the battle was due to start and we already wanted to surrender. There were around 100-200 bees in a large line. The bees were very big compared to the normal bees you see now, but there was a tiny bee in the middle.

Somehow, it was the boss bee with all of its workers. The tiny bee was wearing a bicorne hat - that's basically a hat that has two corners. The bee’s stingers were as sharp as a nail and their eyes were glowing red with anger.

Three villagers ran away with fright and one fainted, so we were left with only 56 army members. The time was counting down to eleven o clock.

Five, four, three, two…ONE!

Everyone charged as fast as they ever ran. Army E had his large EXTRAORDINARILY large cloak over his head like he was going to throw it over someone. All the villagers, Faye, C and I had our swords in front of us, about to attack some angry bees. Once everyone got about an estimated ten metres away from the swarm of ginormous bees, Army E did something unexpected.

He threw the large cloak over all the bees and tied a knot. It was now impossible for the bees to get out! Everyone was shocked by his amazing plan but the small man about three foot tall shouted, “OI! YOU COULD'VE TOLD US YOU WERE GOING TO DO THAT SO WE DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL THAT FUSS TO GET THE ARMOUR AND WEAPONS!”

“Random question, but why do you shout so much?” I asked him with a smirk.

“I USE HEARING AIDS. IN MY EARS I SOUND AS QUIET AS A MOUSE BUT ACCORDING TO EVERYONE I’M SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!” shouted the small man about three foot tall.

“Forgetting about that,” C said, trying to end the conversation, “Where do we put the bees and what do we do with them?”

“Uhhh…” Army E mumbled, “I didn't think of that part of my separate plan.”

“I KNOW A GIRL CALLED IZZY. MAYBE SHE COULD HELP US BECAUSE SHE WORKS AT A PLACE THAT OWNS BEES AND MAKES HONEY!” said the small man about three foot tall. “WAIT, NEVER MIND. I JUST GOT A FACEBOOK NOTIFICATION - SHE MOVED INTO A DITCH IN MEXICO.”

“I know a man called Steve; he does not live very far away from here. He has worked with animals his whole life. Maybe he could help us,” Army E said, interrupting the small man about three foot tall.

“You said he lives close, where exactly does he live?’’ Faye asked.

“Steve lives by the narrow river that's only a five-minute walk from here,” Army E replied.

“HI HO HI HO IT'S OFF TO THE RIVER WE GO LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA! HI HO HI HO H HO HI HO!” C screamed.

“Uhh sure, let’s go now,” I muttered.

After walking for a little while, we could see the house in the distance (Oh, and if you're wondering where the villager army is, they went home after the battle).

“WAIT HOLD IT. WE FORGOT THE BEE BAG!” shouted the small man about three foot tall.

“Ugh, let's head back and get the bees then,” Faye said in an angry tone. So, after a while of heading back to grab the bees, and a bit of fighting over who had to carry them, we arrived at Steve's house.

I knocked on the door but no one answered. Then C knocked on the door, no one answered. After C, Faye knocked on the door, and someone answered.

A very tall man opened the door. He was wearing a dressing gown, pink unicorn slippers and he had weird foam that men use for shaving as well.

“Hello, my name is Steve. Welcome to my house. Don't come in or my pet slug will eat you,” the man said in a dead-inside voice.

“Heya Steve!! Army E said in a happy tone.

“Ayeee Army E! Long time no see!” Steve replied, starting to sound a bit more cheery, until he heard the noise. “WHAT IS THAT NOISE? IT'S LIKE A MINIATURE TORNADO!”

“Oh yeah, that's what we need help with,” I said, looking up at him as he was very VERY tall.

“Who are you?” Steve said, confused.

“It's a long story about how we all met, but I’m Charlotte and this is Faye and C!” I replied.

“Steve we need help. You work with animals. What do we do with all these bees?” Army E asked.

“We need a plan,” said Steve in a heroic tone.

“WELL, NO KIDDING SHERLOCK!” yelled the small man about three foot tall at the top of his lungs.

“Come inside, I’ll help y'all make a plan,” Steve mumbled.

We all went in, even though Steve was a bit shady, and his pet snail was making a disgusting slime trail on the carpet.

“How about we talk to the smallest bee that was there?” C offered.

“That's just a free ticket to death, C,” I said rudely. “BUT LET'S DO IT.”

Army E opened a crack for the bee to get out.

Bonjour, je m'appelle Napoléon! I am the greatest bee to ever live!” the tiny bee said in a heavy French accent.

“I DON'T SPEAK TACO BELL,” yelled the small man about three foot tall.

“It's speaking French, Shortie,” said Steve in a bossy tone.

“Oh…” the small man about three foot tall whispered.

“Hello Napoléon!” Faye whispered, as she was terrified of the bee.

“Uh, hello. And before you underestimate me because I'm small, I’m AMAZING! I win battles, never heard of losing, my army are all idiots, and I’m guilty of poisoning some of my army members so they can die faster when they are weak but I'M THE BEST BEE TO EVER LIVE!” Napoleon shouted.

“Small bee, big, overinflated opinion of himself,” I said clearly. “But we're sorry about breaking your beehive,” I cried.

“WE’RE? DO YOU JUST SAY WE’RE?” C yelled.

“Hey, can you please be a bit more quiet, my bee hearing is quite sensitive,” the bee whispered.

“Sorry! And also, can we do anything to help you guys get a new beehive?” Faye beamed.

“Well, us bees can make the beehive by ourselves. We are not that stupid, but I wouldn't mind you um, what do you call it? Oh yes humans.. to decorate it?” Napoleon said happily but his French accent was even stronger.

“Sure we'd love to! But we will only do it if you give us and the villagers some honey every week. If you want to, we can make you bees a lovely flower garden! C is a very good gardener. Well, maybe… when she finds a slug she eats it but still. Deal?” Faye cheered.

“Ugh I thought it would be free, but fine. Deal,” Napoleon mumbled.

“HEY STEVE, GIMME MY GROWTH PILLS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME TALLER EVEN THOUGH I HAVEN'T GROWN AN INCH IN FIFTY SIX YEARS!” the small man about three foot tall shouted.

“RIGHT ON IT, SIR!” Steve yelled back.

“UGH, THE NOISE THESE BEES ARE HORRENDOUS! WHEN ARE WE GIVING THEM THEIR HIVE BACK?” Army E shouted.

“The bees will have their hive back in three to five months, as that's how long it normally takes for bees to build one, but they will be free to fly around the flower field while waiting!” C beamed.

“OI! BEES! SHUT IT!’’ Napoleon yelled.

“Here's your pills!” Steve cheered.

“THANK YOU!” the small man about three foot tall shouted. The small man about three foot tall gobbed the pill down (I’m still wondering to this day how he did not choke).

“MMMMMMMMMM! TASTES LIKE APPLE TART!” the small man about three foot tall yelled.

So, four months later, the bees had finished their beehive. While everyone was waiting, we all helped C make a flower garden for them! Even though the bees already had a large flower field, they really loved the garden as it was neat and tiny.

Next was decorating the beehive! Everyone (that is, Faye, C, Army E, the small man about three foot tall, the army and Steve) helped make stickers to stick on the hive of flowers! Steve made a little swing hanging from the same tree the beehive was on and Army E made a path up to the tree that the beehive was on. The small man about three foot tall made a bench beside the tree, and he also made a footstool for himself so he can reach the bench and the swing!

This was a real experience, but it sure was fun! Well, uhh, welcome to…THE END

(PS the small man grew one inch!)