Bedtime with Mrs. Honeybee.

Today in the Honeybee

in the Honeybee neighborhood will be talking to my dog Harold.

Mm-hmm, Mrs. Honeybee, are you feeling okay?

Of course, Melody B.

Well, you just said that we'll be talking to Harold and

As far as I know dogs can't talk.

There was a time I thought I couldn't have a little B as a BFF.

And look at us now, BFFs, all these years later. I can't wait until you hear what Harold has to say.

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 standing at our brightly colored front door just about to knock.

By now you expect to hear Harold's happy barks approach with his scurrying pause,

sometimes too fast, which causes him to bump into the door head first.

Today you can hear the pitter-patter of his feet,

but nothing else.

Melody B joins him on the other side of the door,

somewhat concerned at the lack of barks.

When the door opens, she asks your opinion on the matter as Harold jumps his front paws up onto your legs for head pets.

You didn't hear Harold Bark either, right?

I watched him run over to the door like I usually do when you arrive,

waiting for him to slide right into it, honestly.

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