Bedtime with Mrs. Anibee.

Oh my ghost, that's going to be.

Oh my goose, my goose, oh my goose, oh my goose.

What have you done, Melody B?

What have I done?

Where are they?

Oh no, they have to be here.

They don't have legs to just walk away right off the shelf?

Or do they?

Oh, my gozness, Melodyby, get it together. Melody be, are you in here?

Melody be, are you okay in here? What are you doing in my writing room? Buried under a pile of books?

Uh, hi. Hi. Do you need help? No, no, thank you. I don't need any help finding

anything because nothing is lost.

Mrs. Honeybee.

Nothing is lost because stories can't grow legs and walk away, right?

Stories? You mean our Honeybee neighborhood stories?

They live lives of their own making?

I bet some of them do have legs.

Oh, Mrs. Honeybee, did you hear that?

Mr. Honeybee needs you downstairs.

Oh, really? I didn't hear him. I'll be right there, my dear. Do you know what's going on with

Melody B? She's acting strange. Yeah, stranger than usual.

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