Bedtime with Mrs. Honeybee.

Today in the Honeybee

in the Honeybee neighborhood will need to put our detective hats on.

Mr Honeybee is acting strange and he won't admit why.

I'm not acting strange.

I'm just busy working on stuff and things.

You know, stuff and things what things the thingy kind of stuff and the stuffy kind of things

Okay Mr. Honeybee you're not up to something.

Exactly.

Sarcasm detected.

Sarcasm detected.

Wait, who is that?

All you have to do is close your eyes,

get cozy and listen to the sound of my voice.

Mrs. Honeybee will be your guide.

Let's begin. You are here walking up the driveway toward our open garage. Mr.

Honeybee doesn't hear your footsteps as you peek in, so you knock your knuckles softly on the garage door.

When that doesn't get his attention, convinced that you have no other option but to scare him when you announce yourself, you walk loud, heavy footsteps up to his work bench.

With your hands lay gently on the black top of Mr. Honeybee's workbench. You are shocked. He still

doesn't see, hear, or sense you beside him. Take a slow, deep breath in through your nose and sink into

this moment of golden opportunity to give Mr Honeybee a fun little scare.

Then slowly, breathe a faint hello all the way out through your mouth,

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