One day a bear just thought that he would just go out and enjoy the wonderful Spring day. The sun was out and felt really warm on his fur and the breeze blowing felt good too. The flowers were blooming as well as the birds were singing their songs. The bear with no name heard a distinctive sound could it have been the buzzing of a bee or bees and where there may be bees there could be a treat for me. The bear with his nose in the air seeking direction headed further on into the woods. He spotted the stream and thought about catching a fish or two before heading for the bees and their treat they make so well. The bear caught two fish and quite enjoyed them and then he heard the buzzing and headed off in that direction and BINGO he could smell that golden, good tasting stuff that the bees make. He dug in and not a bee stung him for it seemed they were gone for awhile. After he enjoyed the bees treat they had made he found a dry and cool spot in the sun and took a nap before heading home for the sun was on its downward slope into the afternoon.
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Mark Graham
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