This part of the year can get really weird - with mass expenditure & the following of set ideas about how this 'weirdness' must be done. The formula is so strict that individual creativity seems to fall by the wayside.
For some reason the other day I recalled a short story my son wrote when he was about 11 years old. He & his classmates had been given the daunting task of writing a short story that started with the following phrase 'Honey sticky, sticky honey' - I thought this was abysmally cruel, at least they could gave been giving something 'interesting' to work with.
My son did what any child or adult can do, but all too often don't - he took something flat & dull & created a sparkling & witty gem.
This little offering is simply a reminder of the creativity that lurks around the door of every blessed human being. This work was his all own, except I made a couple of slight suggestions towards the end. It's great fun, I'm sure you will enjoy it.
“Honey sticky, sticky honey. We shall protect and prevail. Our hive will live once more,” pronounced the Commander Bee.
It was the ‘Great War Two’ or as the soldiers called it the ‘Great Sting War’. The hives on the north and west side of the country teamed up and called themselves the ‘Venoms’ and the south and east side teamed up and became the ‘Stingers’.
Just then the sirens sounded. It was an air-Raid. Venom bombers appeared over the horizon. A group of ten Stingfires were dispatched to protect the proud Bee People of Abdomen City. The rest of the public flew to the shelters.
Charlie Foxbee was stationed on the SS Intrepid, a large aircraft carrier that could hold twenty-seven bomber bees and thirty-seven fighter bees. He watched as the ten Stingfires dropped like flies or, more appropriately, like bees. Then the ship loudspeaker sounded telling all bees to abandon ship as a buzz bomb was heading straight toward them.
After that he was stationed on the ‘Abdomen Front’. A freezing terrain which was being attacked by the Nazbee’s. Unfortunately bees could not survive such temperatures so once again Charlie was moved, this time to the SAS (Special Air Stingers), where he was assigned an assassination attempt on the Nazbee leader Adolph Feeler. The mission was unsuccessful.
Two months later the SAS base was wiped out after a direct hit by a Doodle-Bee-Bomb. Winston Hivehill was outraged and organised a surprise attack on the enemy occupied N.E.H (North East Hive), codenamed Bee-Day. Fortunately Charlie was on leave from the force at that particular time but was recalled after the counter attack on “Sting Harbour”.
Prince George and Queen Mairbee were very nervous, as ‘Venoms’ had already taken over Normanbee and Pollen-ed as well as the increasing damage caused by kamakabees
The Italian leader Beenito Mussolini invented a highly trained squad called S.W.A.T (Special Wasps and Tactics) to destroy the N.E.H Resistance which ironically Charlie was helping at the time.
But once again he lived to tell the tale. Then came 1945 and with it the end of the war and ‘V.BEE Day’
And so ends the story of Charlie’s adventure.
For some reason the other day I recalled a short story my son wrote when he was about 11 years old. He & his classmates had been given the daunting task of writing a short story that started with the following phrase 'Honey sticky, sticky honey' - I thought this was abysmally cruel, at least they could gave been giving something 'interesting' to work with.
My son did what any child or adult can do, but all too often don't - he took something flat & dull & created a sparkling & witty gem.
This little offering is simply a reminder of the creativity that lurks around the door of every blessed human being. This work was his all own, except I made a couple of slight suggestions towards the end. It's great fun, I'm sure you will enjoy it.
“Honey sticky, sticky honey. We shall protect and prevail. Our hive will live once more,” pronounced the Commander Bee.
It was the ‘Great War Two’ or as the soldiers called it the ‘Great Sting War’. The hives on the north and west side of the country teamed up and called themselves the ‘Venoms’ and the south and east side teamed up and became the ‘Stingers’.
Just then the sirens sounded. It was an air-Raid. Venom bombers appeared over the horizon. A group of ten Stingfires were dispatched to protect the proud Bee People of Abdomen City. The rest of the public flew to the shelters.
Charlie Foxbee was stationed on the SS Intrepid, a large aircraft carrier that could hold twenty-seven bomber bees and thirty-seven fighter bees. He watched as the ten Stingfires dropped like flies or, more appropriately, like bees. Then the ship loudspeaker sounded telling all bees to abandon ship as a buzz bomb was heading straight toward them.
After that he was stationed on the ‘Abdomen Front’. A freezing terrain which was being attacked by the Nazbee’s. Unfortunately bees could not survive such temperatures so once again Charlie was moved, this time to the SAS (Special Air Stingers), where he was assigned an assassination attempt on the Nazbee leader Adolph Feeler. The mission was unsuccessful.
Two months later the SAS base was wiped out after a direct hit by a Doodle-Bee-Bomb. Winston Hivehill was outraged and organised a surprise attack on the enemy occupied N.E.H (North East Hive), codenamed Bee-Day. Fortunately Charlie was on leave from the force at that particular time but was recalled after the counter attack on “Sting Harbour”.
Prince George and Queen Mairbee were very nervous, as ‘Venoms’ had already taken over Normanbee and Pollen-ed as well as the increasing damage caused by kamakabees
The Italian leader Beenito Mussolini invented a highly trained squad called S.W.A.T (Special Wasps and Tactics) to destroy the N.E.H Resistance which ironically Charlie was helping at the time.
But once again he lived to tell the tale. Then came 1945 and with it the end of the war and ‘V.BEE Day’
And so ends the story of Charlie’s adventure.
