Charlotte’s Story Of The Bees

Charlotte's Story of the Bees

Today was Charlotte’s sixth birthday. It was blisteringly hot outside, as it was every year on this day. All the children and birthday guests had gathered in the garden to enjoy the large cake buffet. 

Charlotte’s grandparents, aunts and uncles, neighbors and her mother had baked the most delicious cakes and pies. Charlotte got to cut the first cake and choose her favorite: strawberry cake with a delicious cheese filling. 

“This is my absolute favorite cake,” Charlotte said to her best friend. 

“Then I want to try it too,” Lara called out to the birthday girl. When everyone had a piece of cake of their choice on their plate, the party felt like it had begun. Everyone was cheerful and enjoying the great weather.

Suddenly, Charlotte’s little brother Liam jumped up. He hastily dropped his fork and ran across the garden. 

“What’s wrong with him?” asked Lara, looking intently at Liam, who was still running around in circles like crazy, screaming loudly.

As Lara turned back to her piece of strawberry cake, she too started screaming at the top of her voice. Sitting on her plate were two yellow and black striped insects, munching on Lara’s strawberries, cheerfully and ambitiously. 

“Charlotte, get them off!” cried Lara.

Things were getting increasingly restless at the table as more and more of these yellow-black insects were attracted to the sugary treats. In addition to the selection of cakes and pies, the delicious lemonades and a freshly prepared fruit salad also smelled extremely tempting. 

Charlotte’s mother was now only concerned with calming the birthday guests and covering the cake and juices so that more buzzing guests would not be attracted.

“Mom, make the bees go away! They’re ruining my whole party!” wailed Charlotte, who was barely paying attention through all the chaos. 

“Your buzzing guests aren’t bees; they’re wasps. Bees aren’t attracted to candy and cake. They are only interested in pollen and nectar,” Charlotte’s mother explained. 

“I don’t really care about that. Whether it’s wasps or bees – they’re all equally stupid,” Charlotte grumbled.

To save the birthday, the party was moved to the living room, where people could eat and play in peace. When the guests had said goodbye in the evening, Charlotte’s mother approached Charlotte.

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