A sample of my work has now been launched on the Barrie James Literery Agency website

Fingers crossed!!!!!!!

A sample of my work has now been launched on the Barrie James Literery Agency website

Fingers crossed!!!!!!!

Bizzy was helping Mrs Bee wash the table cloths.
There were lots of tea towels too, and the washing basket was full of wet items.
"I think we should make a start hanging this stuff out" said Mrs Bee.
Bizzy lifted the basket and opened the door which led to Mrs Bee's garden.
The wind was very stong indeed! It blew the leaves in swirls around Bizzy's ankles, and it blew the heads off the daffodils too.

Bizzy placed the basket on the grass and pulled a tea cloth from the pile.
Woosh! The wind blew it right out of her hands!
Bizzy ran around the garden trying to catch the tea towel, but the wind blew even harder!
"Goodness me!" cried Bizzy.
Mrs Bee looked out of the window to see what all the fuss was about.
Bizzy had given up the chase and was now attempting to peg a table cloth to the line.
Woosh! The wind made the cloth flap in Bizzy's face!
Bizzy struggled to keep hold of the table cloth and Mrs Bee came out to help.
What a to do! Both Bizzy and Mrs Bee managed to peg most of the laundry onto the line, but the wind chugged and pulled and blew the items till some of the pegs came loose.

Buzzy was making his way to the shop. He could not believe just how windy it was today. He bent his head and battled against the wind, when suddenly something blew into his face. It was one of Mrs Bee's tea towels!
Buzzy pulled the tea towel from his face and rolled it up. He carried it with him to the shop.

Tinkle tinkle! The little bell on Mrs Bee's shop door rang as Buzzy entered the shop.
"Mrs Bee! I've found one of your tea towels!" called Buzzy.

Mrs Bee and Bizzy came into the front shop.
Buzzy tried not to giggle. Mrs Bee's glasses were lopsided, her hair was hanging around her face and had escaped her hat, and Bizzy had lost her ribbons. They both looked very dishevelled indeed!
"Oh Buzzy! What a very windy day it is today!" said Mrs Bee.
"Indeed it is Mrs Bee" Buzzy replied.
Mrs Bee took the tea towel from Buzzy and went into her little house to fix her hair. Buzzy giggled out loud.
"Bizzy you look very messy! and so does Mrs Bee!" said Buzzy.
"I know!" said Bizzy, "we had an awful time trying to hang the washing out!".

Bizzy looked out of the window and to her dismay, she saw that the wind had blown Mrs Bee's laundry all over the garden!
There were tea towels hanging from trees and bushes, aprons billowing in the sky, and table cloths lying on the grass.
"Oh no!" cried Bizzy "the laundry has all fallen from the clothes line!"

Buzzy said that he would help Bizzy to gather the laundry. Together they pulled things down, and picked things up, and placed it all back into the laundry basket.

Fuzzy Wuzzy Bunny appeared with two of Mrs Bee's aprons.
Chewy caterpillar arrived with 3 tea towels, and everything was covered in mud and grass!
Poor Mrs Bee. She'd have to do the laundry all over again!

Everyone helped, and soon the laundry was clean, but still wet.
"What shall I do?" asked Mrs Bee.
Buzzy had an idea.
He got some rope from the cupboard under the sink, and some hooks from a drawer in the shop.
Then, he screwed the hooks into the wall, near where it met the ceiling, and attached the rope.

"There you go Mrs Bee!" he said, "an indoor washing line".
Mrs Bee thought that Buzzy was very clever! He was also very helpful.
Bizzy and Buzzy flew up and down to the rope until all the laundry was hanging in a row,.
"The wind won't get your laundry now!" said Buzzy, and everyone laughed.
"Thankyou Buzzy! Thankyou very much indeed!" said Mrs Bee, and she gave everyone a freshly baked scone and a drink of orange juice.

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

The Beezles were bored.
Mrs Bee had shooed them from the shop and told them to go and play.
"There's a lovely swing park we've had built, there's the Club House, and I'm sure there is plenty to do in the garden. Shoo!" and with that, Mrs Bee had gone back into the shop to carry on with her work.

Buzzy kicked at a stone.
"I'm bored bored bored!" he moaned.
"Me too" said Bazzil.
"And me!" said Zubby.

Bizzy sighed. There must be something they could do.
"Shall we visit Millie the Mouse?" Bizzy said eagerly.
Everyone shook their heads.
"Well, what about the Ladybugs? I'm sure they'd be delighted to see us" said Bizzy.
"The Ladybugs are on a trip" said Buzzy, "I saw them leave earlier on".

The swing that Zubby was swinging on squeaked.
"We could oil the swings!" said Bazzil. Bazzil liked doing messy things!

"I've got an idea " said Bizzy. "Just wait there a second till I ask Mrs Bee if it's alright".

The Beezles waited while Bizzy went into the shop.
She came out ten minutes later with a very large box.
"What's that?" asked Fuzzy.
"We are going to make a patchwork quilt!" said Bizzy. "Mrs Bee has given me all her scraps of material and some old buttons and pom poms and things".
"Ooo!" squeaked Fuzzy "I like making things!".

Everyone sat in a circle on the grass and began to take things from the box. There were scraps of velvet and linen, bits of lace and frills, pom poms and buttons and crystals. There were lots of exciting things in the box and soon The Beezles were very busy indeed.!

Mrs Bee watched from the window of her little shop and smiled to herself. Her little friends were not bored now!

Bizzy and her friends worked nearly all afternoon, having fun and sharing ideas about how to make the patchwork quilt look lovely.
"There now. I'll just finish stiching on this little piece of cotton, and the quilt will be complete".

Everyone stood back and looked at the quilt, which was spread out on the grass. It looked wonderful and The Beezles felt very pleased with themselves. They had each embroidered their names into a section of the quilt and were going to surprise Mrs Bee and give her the quilt as a gift.
Mrs Bee was always doing things for them, so they wanted to do something nice for her.

"Mrs Bee! Mrs Bee!" called Buzzy.
"Hello Buzzy!" Mrs Bee replied from the shop door.
"Come and see what we've done!"
Mrs Bee wiped her hands on her apron and walked to where The Beezles were waiting.
"Oh my! What a beautiful quilt! Did you do this all by yourselves?" she asked. Mrs Bee studied the quilt with a keen eye. It really was quite lovely.
"Yes Mrs Bee" said Zubby shyly.
"We did it for you!" said Bizzy and she handed the quilt to Mrs Bee.
"It will look lovely on your bed" said Fuzzy.

Mrs Bee had a little tear in her eye as she hugged each and every one of the Beezles. What a lovely thing to do!

"Thankyou all very much. I shall treasure this forever", and The Beezles beamed with pride.

Today had turned out not so boring after all!

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

The Beezles were bored.
Mrs Bee had shooed them from the shop and told them to go and play.
"There's a lovely swing park we've had built, there's the Club House, and I'm sure there is plenty to do in the garden. Shoo!" and with that, Mrs Bee had gone back into the shop to carry on with her work.

Buzzy kicked at a stone.
"I'm bored bored bored!" he moaned.
"Me too" said Bazzil.
"And me!" said Zubby.

Bizzy sighed. There must be something they could do.
"Shall we visit Millie the Mouse?" Bizzy said eagerly.
Everyone shook their heads.
"Well, what about the Ladybugs? I'm sure they'd be delighted to see us" said Bizzy.
"The Ladybugs are on a trip" said Buzzy, "I saw them leave earlier on".

The swing that Zubby was swinging on squeaked.
"We could oil the swings!" said Bazzil. Bazzil liked doing messy things!

"I've got an idea " said Bizzy. "Just wait there a second till I ask Mrs Bee if it's alright".

The Beezles waited while Bizzy went into the shop.
She came out ten minutes later with a very large box.
"What's that?" asked Fuzzy.
"We are going to make a patchwork quilt!" said Bizzy. "Mrs Bee has given me all her scraps of material and some old buttons and pom poms and things".
"Ooo!" squeaked Fuzzy "I like making things!".

Everyone sat in a circle on the grass and began to take things from the box. There were scraps of velvet and linen, bits of lace and frills, pom poms and buttons and crystals. There were lots of exciting things in the box and soon The Beezles were very busy indeed.!

Mrs Bee watched from the window of her little shop and smiled to herself. Her little friends were not bored now!

Bizzy and her friends worked nearly all afternoon, having fun and sharing ideas about how to make the patchwork quilt look lovely.
"There now. I'll just finish stiching on this little piece of cotton, and the quilt will be complete".

Everyone stood back and looked at the quilt, which was spread out on the grass. It looked wonderful and The Beezles felt very pleased with themselves. They had each embroidered their names into a section of the quilt and were going to surprise Mrs Bee and give her the quilt as a gift.
Mrs Bee was always doing things for them, so they wanted to do something nice for her.

"Mrs Bee! Mrs Bee!" called Buzzy.
"Hello Buzzy!" Mrs Bee replied from the shop door.
"Come and see what we've done!"
Mrs Bee wiped her hands on her apron and walked to where The Beezles were waiting.
"Oh my! What a beautiful quilt! Did you do this all by yourselves?" she asked. Mrs Bee studied the quilt with a keen eye. It really was quite lovely.
"Yes Mrs Bee" said Zubby shyly.
"We did it for you!" said Bizzy and she handed the quilt to Mrs Bee.
"It will look lovely on your bed" said Fuzzy.

Mrs Bee had a little tear in her eye as she hugged each and every one of the Beezles. What a lovely thing to do!

"Thankyou all very much. I shall treasure this forever", and The Beezles beamed with pride.

Today had turned out not so boring after all!

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

A little crowd had gathered outside Mrs Bee's shop.
Everyone was pushing to get to the front, as there was a notice in the window about a Club House.
"It says here that the club is on every night, except for weekends" said Bizzy.
"What time?" asked someone from the back of the crowd.

Bizzy read the whole notice out in a very loud voice.
There was a buzz of excitement. A Club House! This was going to be fantastic!
Mrs Bee came to the door of the shop.
"Calm down everyone!" she said as she help up her hands.
"Give me two minutes to get my coat and we shall go to the Club House and have a look around"

Everyone followed Mrs Bee down the garden path to where the Club House was.
There was Bizzy and Buzzy,Zubby and Bazzil, Chewy and Fuzzy, all of the ladybugs, even Millie the mouse had turned up! The songbirds twittered above the excited chatter of the residents of Honeycombe Hill.
As they arrived at the Club House, Mrs Bee met up with Uncle McBuzz.
"Phew!" said Mrs Bee, "I've never seen them so excited! Not since we had the swing park built!".
Uncle McBuzz laughed so much his fat tummy shook.
"Well, we'd better let them in then" he said laughingly.

Mrs Bee took the key from her bag, and opened the door.
"Now remember everyone, some of the paint might still be a little sticky!"
The Beezles and their friends walked round the shed admiring everything that Mrs Bee and Uncle had done.
"We still need a few bookshelves and accessories, but everything will be ready for tomorrow night." smiled Mrs Bee.

Bizzy clapped her hands and squeezed Buzzy's arm.
"Ooo! Im so excited! This is wonderful!"
"Let go! you;re hurting my arm!" laughed Buzzy.

The Ladybugs were chattering non stop and they too were very excited about the new Club House.

Now, in the evenings if it's cold and wet, The Beezles and their friends have a club to visit.

Watch out for stories of the activities in the Club House!

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

A little crowd had gathered outside Mrs Bee's shop.
Everyone was pushing to get to the front, as there was a notice in the window about a Club House.
"It says here that the club is on every night, except for weekends" said Bizzy.
"What time?" asked someone from the back of the crowd.

Bizzy read the whole notice out in a very loud voice.
There was a buzz of excitement. A Club House! This was going to be fantastic!
Mrs Bee came to the door of the shop.
"Calm down everyone!" she said as she help up her hands.
"Give me two minutes to get my coat and we shall go to the Club House and have a look around"

Everyone followed Mrs Bee down the garden path to where the Club House was.
There was Bizzy and Buzzy,Zubby and Bazzil, Chewy and Fuzzy, all of the ladybugs, even Millie the mouse had turned up! The songbirds twittered above the excited chatter of the residents of Honeycombe Hill.
As they arrived at the Club House, Mrs Bee met up with Uncle McBuzz.
"Phew!" said Mrs Bee, "I've never seen them so excited! Not since we had the swing park built!".
Uncle McBuzz laughed so much his fat tummy shook.
"Well, we'd better let them in then" he said laughingly.

Mrs Bee took the key from her bag, and opened the door.
"Now remember everyone, some of the paint might still be a little sticky!"
The Beezles and their friends walked round the shed admiring everything that Mrs Bee and Uncle had done.
"We still need a few bookshelves and accessories, but everything will be ready for tomorrow night." smiled Mrs Bee.

Bizzy clapped her hands and squeezed Buzzy's arm.
"Ooo! Im so excited! This is wonderful!"
"Let go! you;re hurting my arm!" laughed Buzzy.

The Ladybugs were chattering non stop and they too were very excited about the new Club House.

Now, in the evenings if it's cold and wet, The Beezles and their friends have a club to visit.

Watch out for stories of the activities in the Club House!

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

Uncle McBuzz and Mrs Bee were having a chat one morning.
Mrs Bee was wondering if it would be possible to set up a Club House for the Beezles.
Uncle McBuzz thought it was a great idea, but where to have the Club House?  Mrs Bee had said they could use the back shop, but Uncle McBuzz thought it would be too small.
There was an old wooden shed at the other end of the garden, which was battered and dusty and had a broken window, but if everyone helped to clean it up, it might do the job.

Mrs Bee had thought a Club House would be good for the Beezles. Especially in the Winter when it was too cold to play outside.
It would mean that everyone could learn to write their name, and read books,and make all sorts of bric a brac.
They could play indoor games, do some painting and learn a little each week about different countries and such like.

Together, Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz decided that the old wooden shed was ideal. Uncle McBuzz would do all the repair work, and Mrs Bee would do the cleaning.

The first thing that Uncle and Mrs Bee had to do, was to clear out the shed. There was lots of junk and broken things in there, but they carried on working till the job was done.
Mrs Bee then cleaned the inside of the shed till it sparkled, and Uncle McBuzz began painting the outside. He chose white paint for the walls. green paint for the roof and red paint for the door.
Next he painted in big blue letters, CLUBHOUSE, and he stood back to admire his work.

It looked lovely! Very bright and cheery and a place that he thought the Beezles would like to visit.

Uncle McBuzz then got into the big yellow van and drove to another garden where he'd heard there were a few tables and chairs being thrown out.
There were 5 tables and ten chairs, and Uncle McBuzz loaded them onto the van. A bit of polishing and a lick of paint would sort them out!

When Uncle McBuzz arrived back at the garden, Mrs Bee had put a windmill in  pot at the door of the shed. She'd put little blue curtains on the window, and because she had scrubbed the inside of the shed, it smelt lovely and fresh.
Together Uncle and Mrs Bee scrubbed the tables and chairs and Uncle McBuzz painted them in different colours. There were red,blue and yellow chairs, blue green and white tables. It all looked very bright indeed!
Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz were very pleased with themselves.
Mrs Bee put a notice in the shop window. It read:

CLUBHOUSE
To all at Honeycombe Hill and surrounding areas.
There is now a Clubhouse at Honeycombe Hill.
Please feel free to visit.
Mon-Fri       5pm-7pm
Sat-Sun        Closed.
All Welcome.
Activities include: Drawing, Reading, Games, Writing, and lots more!

Mrs Bee knew that as it was late in the evening, no-one would see the sign till the next morning. She couldn't wait!

To be cont...............

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Uncle McBuzz and Mrs Bee were having a chat one morning.
Mrs Bee was wondering if it would be possible to set up a Club House for the Beezles.
Uncle McBuzz thought it was a great idea, but where to have the Club House?  Mrs Bee had said they could use the back shop, but Uncle McBuzz thought it would be too small.
There was an old wooden shed at the other end of the garden, which was battered and dusty and had a broken window, but if everyone helped to clean it up, it might do the job.

Mrs Bee had thought a Club House would be good for the Beezles. Especially in the Winter when it was too cold to play outside.
It would mean that everyone could learn to write their name, and read books,and make all sorts of bric a brac.
They could play indoor games, do some painting and learn a little each week about different countries and such like.

Together, Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz decided that the old wooden shed was ideal. Uncle McBuzz would do all the repair work, and Mrs Bee would do the cleaning.

The first thing that Uncle and Mrs Bee had to do, was to clear out the shed. There was lots of junk and broken things in there, but they carried on working till the job was done.
Mrs Bee then cleaned the inside of the shed till it sparkled, and Uncle McBuzz began painting the outside. He chose white paint for the walls. green paint for the roof and red paint for the door.
Next he painted in big blue letters, CLUBHOUSE, and he stood back to admire his work.

It looked lovely! Very bright and cheery and a place that he thought the Beezles would like to visit.

Uncle McBuzz then got into the big yellow van and drove to another garden where he'd heard there were a few tables and chairs being thrown out.
There were 5 tables and ten chairs, and Uncle McBuzz loaded them onto the van. A bit of polishing and a lick of paint would sort them out!

When Uncle McBuzz arrived back at the garden, Mrs Bee had put a windmill in  pot at the door of the shed. She'd put little blue curtains on the window, and because she had scrubbed the inside of the shed, it smelt lovely and fresh.
Together Uncle and Mrs Bee scrubbed the tables and chairs and Uncle McBuzz painted them in different colours. There were red,blue and yellow chairs, blue green and white tables. It all looked very bright indeed!
Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz were very pleased with themselves.
Mrs Bee put a notice in the shop window. It read:

CLUBHOUSE
To all at Honeycombe Hill and surrounding areas.
There is now a Clubhouse at Honeycombe Hill.
Please feel free to visit.
Mon-Fri       5pm-7pm
Sat-Sun        Closed.
All Welcome.
Activities include: Drawing, Reading, Games, Writing, and lots more!

Mrs Bee knew that as it was late in the evening, no-one would see the sign till the next morning. She couldn't wait!

To be cont...............

Uncle McBuzz and Mrs Bee were having a chat one morning.
Mrs Bee was wondering if it would be possible to set up a Club House for the Beezles.
Uncle McBuzz thought it was a great idea, but where to have the Club House?  Mrs Bee had said they could use the back shop, but Uncle McBuzz thought it would be too small.
There was an old wooden shed at the other end of the garden, which was battered and dusty and had a broken window, but if everyone helped to clean it up, it might do the job.

Mrs Bee had thought a Club House would be good for the Beezles. Especially in the Winter when it was too cold to play outside.
It would mean that everyone could learn to write their name, and read books,and make all sorts of bric a brac.
They could play indoor games, do some painting and learn a little each week about different countries and such like.

Together, Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz decided that the old wooden shed was ideal. Uncle McBuzz would do all the repair work, and Mrs Bee would do the cleaning.

The first thing that Uncle and Mrs Bee had to do, was to clear out the shed. There was lots of junk and broken things in there, but they carried on working till the job was done.
Mrs Bee then cleaned the inside of the shed till it sparkled, and Uncle McBuzz began painting the outside. He chose white paint for the walls. green paint for the roof and red paint for the door.
Next he painted in big blue letters, CLUBHOUSE, and he stood back to admire his work.

It looked lovely! Very bright and cheery and a place that he thought the Beezles would like to visit.

Uncle McBuzz then got into the big yellow van and drove to another garden where he'd heard there were a few tables and chairs being thrown out.
There were 5 tables and ten chairs, and Uncle McBuzz loaded them onto the van. A bit of polishing and a lick of paint would sort them out!

When Uncle McBuzz arrived back at the garden, Mrs Bee had put a windmill in  pot at the door of the shed. She'd put little blue curtains on the window, and because she had scrubbed the inside of the shed, it smelt lovely and fresh.
Together Uncle and Mrs Bee scrubbed the tables and chairs and Uncle McBuzz painted them in different colours. There were red,blue and yellow chairs, blue green and white tables. It all looked very bright indeed!
Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz were very pleased with themselves.
Mrs Bee put a notice in the shop window. It read:

CLUBHOUSE
To all at Honeycombe Hill and surrounding areas.
There is now a Clubhouse at Honeycombe Hill.
Please feel free to visit.
Mon-Fri       5pm-7pm
Sat-Sun        Closed.
All Welcome.
Activities include: Drawing, Reading, Games, Writing, and lots more!

Mrs Bee knew that as it was late in the evening, no-one would see the sign till the next morning. She couldn't wait!

To be cont...............

Uncle McBuzz was very busy today.
He was in the garden at Honeycombe Hill digging up potatoes.
The vegetable plot was behind Mrs Bee's shop. There were lots of vegetables growing there, but today Uncle McBuzz was concentrating on the potatoes.

He had already filled two sacks and had stood up to rub his back.
"Goodness! My back hurts!" Uncle McBuzz exclaimed.
Mrs Bee had come out with a cup of tea and a sandwich for him.
"There you go Uncle" she said, as she handed him the china cup and a plate of dainty little sandwiches.
Uncle McBuzz took the tea and sandwiches from Mrs Bee, and sat on a deckchair.
"Ah! That's better!" he sighed.

Mrs Bee was pleased that Uncle McBuzz was doing this task for her.
It was quite hard work, and she was finding it a struggle!

Soon, Uncle McBuzz had filled 4 potatoe sacks for Mrs Bee's shop.
"Oh thankyou Uncle" said Mrs Bee.
"No problem!" Uncle McBuzz replied cheerily as he waved goodbye.

Sometimes Mrs Bee washed the potatoes before selling them in her shop.
These potatoes were quite small, so she decided to leave them as they were. Bizzy entered the shop with her little shopping basket.
"Hello Mrs Bee. I've come to purchase quite a bit today. Would you mind helping me?"
Mrs Bee was glad to help. She liked to pick the groceries from the shelves.
Bizzy's list was quite long. She needed butter,milk,honey,bread,potatoes,oatcakes,marmalade,carrots,peas,turnip,leeks and fruit juice.

Mrs Bee put everything into Bizzy's basket and told her the total was four pounds and 20 pence.
Bizzy handed over the money and thanked Mrs Bee for helping her.
Ting! The little bell on the shop door tinkled as Bizzy let herself out and waved to Mrs Bee.

Bizzy began to peel her potatoes. She was going to make a potatoe and leek pie. As she peeled the skin from the first potatoe,Bizzy gasped with surprise. The potatoe was pink! She tried the next potatoe and it too was pink! What on earth was going on!?
Bizzy ran all the way to Mrs Bee's shop to show her the pink potatoes.
"Oh my goodness me!" exclaimed Mrs Bee. "I've no idea how this could have happened!. Maybe Uncle McBuzz will know".

Mrs Bee sent Buzzy to fetch Uncle McBuzz. Buzzy was after all the fastest flier in the garden.
Uncle McBuzz and Buzzy arrived back at the shop together, by which time a little crowd had gathered.
"Let us through!" shouted Uncle.
"Move aside!" shouted Buzzy.

Uncle McBuzz held the potatoe in his hand and studied it carefully.
"I think I may know what has happened here" he said.
"Do you remember the day that Rosie Rainbow tore her skirt? The bubbles landed everywhere and made the daisies all different colours.
I think that's whats happened! The pink bubbles have landed on the potatoe plot and hey presto! We've got pink potatoes!!".

Mrs Bee had never sold so many potatoes in one single day!
Everyone wanted to buy some, and visitors from the surrounding gardens came to buy Mrs Bee's pink potatoes. Soon, the four sacks that Uncle McBuzz had filled were empty!

Bizzy's potatoe and leek pie tasted delicious! Fuzzy would verify that, as she had been invited for dinner.
"Mmm. Delicious!" said Fuzzy.
"I know!" exclaimed Bizzy, and together they ate the delicious but strange looking pink potatoe and leek pie.

Have you ever tasted pink potatoes?

copyright@evelynsmith

Uncle McBuzz was very busy today.
He was in the garden at Honeycombe Hill digging up potatoes.
The vegetable plot was behind Mrs Bee's shop. There were lots of vegetables growing there, but today Uncle McBuzz was concentrating on the potatoes.

He had already filled two sacks and had stood up to rub his back.
"Goodness! My back hurts!" Uncle McBuzz exclaimed.
Mrs Bee had come out with a cup of tea and a sandwich for him.
"There you go Uncle" she said, as she handed him the china cup and a plate of dainty little sandwiches.
Uncle McBuzz took the tea and sandwiches from Mrs Bee, and sat on a deckchair.
"Ah! That's better!" he sighed.

Mrs Bee was pleased that Uncle McBuzz was doing this task for her.
It was quite hard work, and she was finding it a struggle!

Soon, Uncle McBuzz had filled 4 potatoe sacks for Mrs Bee's shop.
"Oh thankyou Uncle" said Mrs Bee.
"No problem!" Uncle McBuzz replied cheerily as he waved goodbye.

Sometimes Mrs Bee washed the potatoes before selling them in her shop.
These potatoes were quite small, so she decided to leave them as they were. Bizzy entered the shop with her little shopping basket.
"Hello Mrs Bee. I've come to purchase quite a bit today. Would you mind helping me?"
Mrs Bee was glad to help. She liked to pick the groceries from the shelves.
Bizzy's list was quite long. She needed butter,milk,honey,bread,potatoes,oatcakes,marmalade,carrots,peas,turnip,leeks and fruit juice.

Mrs Bee put everything into Bizzy's basket and told her the total was four pounds and 20 pence.
Bizzy handed over the money and thanked Mrs Bee for helping her.
Ting! The little bell on the shop door tinkled as Bizzy let herself out and waved to Mrs Bee.

Bizzy began to peel her potatoes. She was going to make a potatoe and leek pie. As she peeled the skin from the first potatoe,Bizzy gasped with surprise. The potatoe was pink! She tried the next potatoe and it too was pink! What on earth was going on!?
Bizzy ran all the way to Mrs Bee's shop to show her the pink potatoes.
"Oh my goodness me!" exclaimed Mrs Bee. "I've no idea how this could have happened!. Maybe Uncle McBuzz will know".

Mrs Bee sent Buzzy to fetch Uncle McBuzz. Buzzy was after all the fastest flier in the garden.
Uncle McBuzz and Buzzy arrived back at the shop together, by which time a little crowd had gathered.
"Let us through!" shouted Uncle.
"Move aside!" shouted Buzzy.

Uncle McBuzz held the potatoe in his hand and studied it carefully.
"I think I may know what has happened here" he said.
"Do you remember the day that Rosie Rainbow tore her skirt? The bubbles landed everywhere and made the daisies all different colours.
I think that's whats happened! The pink bubbles have landed on the potatoe plot and hey presto! We've got pink potatoes!!".

Mrs Bee had never sold so many potatoes in one single day!
Everyone wanted to buy some, and visitors from the surrounding gardens came to buy Mrs Bee's pink potatoes. Soon, the four sacks that Uncle McBuzz had filled were empty!

Bizzy's potatoe and leek pie tasted delicious! Fuzzy would verify that, as she had been invited for dinner.
"Mmm. Delicious!" said Fuzzy.
"I know!" exclaimed Bizzy, and together they ate the delicious but strange looking pink potatoe and leek pie.

Have you ever tasted pink potatoes?

copyright@evelynsmith

Mrs Bee pushed a strand of hair back under her cap.
She pushed her glasses further up her face and pulled with all her might at the heavy wooden chest.
She'd forgotten about the wooden chest under her bed. Earlier she'd been sweeping the floor and the broom had bumped the chest.

Mrs Bee opened the lock and began to pull items from the box.
There were knitting pins and wool, loose bits of material and sewing needles, and right there at the bottom was the dress.

Mrs Bee carefully unwrapped the dress from the tissue paper and held it up for a better look.
It was pink, with little blue flowers and a blue embroidered pocket.
It had a ruffled collar and tied with pink ribbons at the back.
Mrs Bee was sure that Bizzy would love the dress.
After all, Bizzy's colours were pink and blue and she must be tired of wearing romper suits all of the time!

It was different for Bazzil, Buzzy and Zubby. They were boys.
Bizzy was such a pink girlie girl, she really should have a dress.

Mrs Bee walked to the counter in her little shop and took two shiney pink ribbons from under the counter. She wrapped them in a little paper bag and put them in beside the dress.
Then she put on her coat and hat, lifted her bag, and headed to Bizzy's house.

On the way there, Mrs Bee met Uncle McBuzz.
"What's that you've got there?" he asked.
"Aha! It's a dress for young Bizzy. I hope she likes it!" Mrs Bee replied.
Unlce McBuzz rubbed his chin. It would be lovely for Bizzy to come to the shop and let everyone see her in her new dress.
He asked Mrs Bee to bring Bizzy back to the shop when she had put the dress on.
Mrs Bee smiled. She knew what Uncle McBuzz was up to!

Bizzy was making a jigsaw. She had ten pieces still to fit, and was just about to fit another when someone knocked on her door.

"Hello Mrs Bee! What a lovely surprise!"
"Hello Bizzy, may I come in?"
Bizzy stood back and waved Mrs Bee into the house,.
"What can I do for you Mrs Bee?" asked Bizzy.
"Well, I thought you might like this little parcel. Go on, open it!"

Bizzy looked puzzled as she sat on a chair and began to unravel the tissue paper.
The little bag with the ribbons fell to the floor.
"What's this?" asked Bizzy.
She opened the bag and clapped her hands with glee.
"Ribbons!? For me?"
"Yes Bizzy! Just for you!" said Mrs Bee.
Next Bizzy opened the tissue and when she saw the beautiful pink and blue dress she gasped!
"Oh Mrs Bee! It's beautiful!" she cried.
Bizzy held the dress against herself and danced around the room.
"It's absolutley beautiful!" she squealed.
Mrs Bee told Bizzy to go and try the dress on.
It fitted perfectly, and the ribbons were a perfect match.

Bizzy almaost cried when she looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked like a real girl now!
"Oh Mrs Bee thank you!" she cried.

Mrs Bee and Bizzy walked to the shop, and when they got there, all of Bizzy's friends were waiting.
Everyone cheered and clapped when they saw Bizzy in her beautiful new dress.
"Thank you! thankyou!" said Bizzy as she blushed furiously.

Now Bizzy looks as pretty as a picture in her pale blue and pink dress.
She only wished she'd got a dress sooner!

THE END

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Mrs Bee pushed a strand of hair back under her cap.
She pushed her glasses further up her face and pulled with all her might at the heavy wooden chest.
She'd forgotten about the wooden chest under her bed. Earlier she'd been sweeping the floor and the broom had bumped the chest.

Mrs Bee opened the lock and began to pull items from the box.
There were knitting pins and wool, loose bits of material and sewing needles, and right there at the bottom was the dress.

Mrs Bee carefully unwrapped the dress from the tissue paper and held it up for a better look.
It was pink, with little blue flowers and a blue embroidered pocket.
It had a ruffled collar and tied with pink ribbons at the back.
Mrs Bee was sure that Bizzy would love the dress.
After all, Bizzy's colours were pink and blue and she must be tired of wearing romper suits all of the time!

It was different for Bazzil, Buzzy and Zubby. They were boys.
Bizzy was such a pink girlie girl, she really should have a dress.

Mrs Bee walked to the counter in her little shop and took two shiney pink ribbons from under the counter. She wrapped them in a little paper bag and put them in beside the dress.
Then she put on her coat and hat, lifted her bag, and headed to Bizzy's house.

On the way there, Mrs Bee met Uncle McBuzz.
"What's that you've got there?" he asked.
"Aha! It's a dress for young Bizzy. I hope she likes it!" Mrs Bee replied.
Unlce McBuzz rubbed his chin. It would be lovely for Bizzy to come to the shop and let everyone see her in her new dress.
He asked Mrs Bee to bring Bizzy back to the shop when she had put the dress on.
Mrs Bee smiled. She knew what Uncle McBuzz was up to!

Bizzy was making a jigsaw. She had ten pieces still to fit, and was just about to fit another when someone knocked on her door.

"Hello Mrs Bee! What a lovely surprise!"
"Hello Bizzy, may I come in?"
Bizzy stood back and waved Mrs Bee into the house,.
"What can I do for you Mrs Bee?" asked Bizzy.
"Well, I thought you might like this little parcel. Go on, open it!"

Bizzy looked puzzled as she sat on a chair and began to unravel the tissue paper.
The little bag with the ribbons fell to the floor.
"What's this?" asked Bizzy.
She opened the bag and clapped her hands with glee.
"Ribbons!? For me?"
"Yes Bizzy! Just for you!" said Mrs Bee.
Next Bizzy opened the tissue and when she saw the beautiful pink and blue dress she gasped!
"Oh Mrs Bee! It's beautiful!" she cried.
Bizzy held the dress against herself and danced around the room.
"It's absolutley beautiful!" she squealed.
Mrs Bee told Bizzy to go and try the dress on.
It fitted perfectly, and the ribbons were a perfect match.

Bizzy almaost cried when she looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked like a real girl now!
"Oh Mrs Bee thank you!" she cried.

Mrs Bee and Bizzy walked to the shop, and when they got there, all of Bizzy's friends were waiting.
Everyone cheered and clapped when they saw Bizzy in her beautiful new dress.
"Thank you! thankyou!" said Bizzy as she blushed furiously.

Now Bizzy looks as pretty as a picture in her pale blue and pink dress.
She only wished she'd got a dress sooner!

THE END

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Zubby was in his garden. He was stacking his honey pots to return to Mrs Bee.
He could just about manage to pile them onto his wheelbarrow. Zubbys wheelbarrow was purple with yellow wheels. He had asked Uncle McBuzz to help him paint it, and together they had done a pretty good job!

Zubby slowly pushed his wheelbarrow out of the garden and along the little path which led to Mrs Bee's shop.
The sun was shining brightly and this made Zubby feel all fizzy inside.
Zubby liked the sun.

As he walked along, something shining in the bright sunlight caught his eye.
Zubby stopped to have a closer look. He bent down to where the shiney thing was lying and much to his surprise he realised it was a silver penny.
"Ooh! Where could this have come from?" said Zubby.
He looked at the penny, and turned it over in his hand. There was some writing on the penny and a picture of Queen Bee.
Zubby put the penny in his pocket and carried on his way to Mrs Bee's shop.

When Zubby arrived at the shop, Bizzy and Fuzzy were there, having a chat and a drink of lemonade.
"Hiya Zubby" said Fuzzy.
"Hi Fuzzy! Hi Bizzy" he replied.
"Look what I found!", and Zubby showed everyone the silver penny.

"Oh! that's lovely!" said Bizzy. "Where did you find that?"
"Well, I found it on the path on the way here".

Mrs Bee came to have a look.
"Zubby, I think you should leave the penny here. I'm sure it's very valuable. Queen Bee would be very interested to see this".

Zubby wondered what all the fuss was about. It was only a silver penny afterall. True, it was very shiney, and he'd never seen anything like it before.
Zubby gave Mrs Bee the penny, she'd know what to do!

The next day, Buzzy knocked on Zubby's door.
"Come quickly Zubby! Queen Bee is at the shop! Everyone is in a tizz as we've not tidied up or anything for her coming to visit! Come on!"

Zubby almost fell over as he pulled on his shoes. What a carry on!
When Buzzy and Zubby arrived at the shop, Queen Bee was waiting.

"Hello Zubby" said Queen Bee.
Zubby bowed, and shook her hand. Queen Bee was very important indeed.
"I'd like to thank you for finding this silver penny Zubby. It belongs to the palace treasury and we've been looking for it everywhere!"

Zubby blushed. He didn't expect Queen Bee to make such a fuss.
"As a reward for your honesty, I'd like to give you this". Queen Bee handed Zubby a huge basket.

"What is it?" asked Buzzy.
"Open it!" cried Bizzy.
Zubby thanked Queen Bee and waved goodbye. He then sat on the grass and removed the cover which was tied round the basket with yellow ribbon.
"Wow!" shouted Zubby. "Look at this!".
Everyone peered into the basket.
"Goodness!" said Mrs Bee "you are such a lucky Beezle!"

Zubby could not believe his eyes. There were little jars of honey in all different flavours, a new stripey suit with a badge on,a certificate of thanks,two jars of jam, some oatcakes and five little fancy cakes.
"Oh boy!" said Zubby "I can't wait to eat this!".

Zubby was kind, and shared with his friends the contents of the basket.
Except of course for the little suit of purple and lilac.
This was for Zubby alone!
Everyone was saying how nice it was of Queen Bee to give Zubby this gift.
Zubby was glad he'd  found the Silver penny, and had done the right thing by handing it over to Queen Bee.

Have you ever found a silver penny?

THE END

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Zubby was in his garden. He was stacking his honey pots to return to Mrs Bee.
He could just about manage to pile them onto his wheelbarrow. Zubbys wheelbarrow was purple with yellow wheels. He had asked Uncle McBuzz to help him paint it, and together they had done a pretty good job!

Zubby slowly pushed his wheelbarrow out of the garden and along the little path which led to Mrs Bee's shop.
The sun was shining brightly and this made Zubby feel all fizzy inside.
Zubby liked the sun.

As he walked along, something shining in the bright sunlight caught his eye.
Zubby stopped to have a closer look. He bent down to where the shiney thing was lying and much to his surprise he realised it was a silver penny.
"Ooh! Where could this have come from?" said Zubby.
He looked at the penny, and turned it over in his hand. There was some writing on the penny and a picture of Queen Bee.
Zubby put the penny in his pocket and carried on his way to Mrs Bee's shop.

When Zubby arrived at the shop, Bizzy and Fuzzy were there, having a chat and a drink of lemonade.
"Hiya Zubby" said Fuzzy.
"Hi Fuzzy! Hi Bizzy" he replied.
"Look what I found!", and Zubby showed everyone the silver penny.

"Oh! that's lovely!" said Bizzy. "Where did you find that?"
"Well, I found it on the path on the way here".

Mrs Bee came to have a look.
"Zubby, I think you should leave the penny here. I'm sure it's very valuable. Queen Bee would be very interested to see this".

Zubby wondered what all the fuss was about. It was only a silver penny afterall. True, it was very shiney, and he'd never seen anything like it before.
Zubby gave Mrs Bee the penny, she'd know what to do!

The next day, Buzzy knocked on Zubby's door.
"Come quickly Zubby! Queen Bee is at the shop! Everyone is in a tizz as we've not tidied up or anything for her coming to visit! Come on!"

Zubby almost fell over as he pulled on his shoes. What a carry on!
When Buzzy and Zubby arrived at the shop, Queen Bee was waiting.

"Hello Zubby" said Queen Bee.
Zubby bowed, and shook her hand. Queen Bee was very important indeed.
"I'd like to thank you for finding this silver penny Zubby. It belongs to the palace treasury and we've been looking for it everywhere!"

Zubby blushed. He didn't expect Queen Bee to make such a fuss.
"As a reward for your honesty, I'd like to give you this". Queen Bee handed Zubby a huge basket.

"What is it?" asked Buzzy.
"Open it!" cried Bizzy.
Zubby thanked Queen Bee and waved goodbye. He then sat on the grass and removed the cover which was tied round the basket with yellow ribbon.
"Wow!" shouted Zubby. "Look at this!".
Everyone peered into the basket.
"Goodness!" said Mrs Bee "you are such a lucky Beezle!"

Zubby could not believe his eyes. There were little jars of honey in all different flavours, a new stripey suit with a badge on,a certificate of thanks,two jars of jam, some oatcakes and five little fancy cakes.
"Oh boy!" said Zubby "I can't wait to eat this!".

Zubby was kind, and shared with his friends the contents of the basket.
Except of course for the little suit of purple and lilac.
This was for Zubby alone!
Everyone was saying how nice it was of Queen Bee to give Zubby this gift.
Zubby was glad he'd  found the Silver penny, and had done the right thing by handing it over to Queen Bee.

Have you ever found a silver penny?

THE END

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Everyone on Honeycombe Hill was very excited today.
Uncle McBuzz was taking the Beezles and their friends to the funfair.
They were all going in the big yellow van, which was even more fun!
Bizzy and Zubby, Bazzil and Buzzy, Fuzzy,Chewy and Philip were all waiting in line at Mrs Bee's shop.

Uncle McBuzz didn't take long to appear, and soon they were all piling into the van.
"I want a window seat!" said Bazzil.
Bizzy sat next to him.
"You'd better behave today Bazzil! Mrs Bee said that everyone would be brought home if there was any misbehaviour".
Bazzil huffed and puffed. "I'll do my best" he scowled.

The van chugged along the dirt track and out of Honeycombe Hill.
The funfair was only about 2 miles away, and Buzzy was already impatient.
"Oh I wish the van could go faster!" he said.
"Well" said Bizzy, "Uncle McBuzz is a very careful driver. He won't drive any faster than needs be". As Bizzy sat back in her seat, she smoothed her hair and tightened her ribbons. Today was going to be great!

As the van stopped at the edge of the field, the Beezles were already undoing their seatbelts.
"Oh look!" cried Fuzzy as she pointed to the Big Wheel.
Fuzzy jumped up and down with excitement.
Everyone got off the bus and Mrs Bee told everyone to stay in line and walk in an orderly fashion.

Chewy saw the candy floss stall and asked Mrs Bee if he could buy some. Chewy liked candy floss!
The other Beezles had toffee apples, which were lovely and juicy, with wooden sticks to hold them with.
Bizzy tugged at Uncle McBuzzs' sleeve.
"Please Uncle, can we go on the merry go round?" she asked.
"Of course!" said Uncle McBuzz.
The Beezles stood in line and Mrs Bee bought seven tickets.
Everyone climbed on, and Bizzy chose a rocking horse to sit on.
Bazzil was in the red fire engine at the driving seat, with Chewy and Philip sitting behind him.
Ting ting!
The man rang the bell and the merry go round began to turn.
Uncle McBuzz and Mrs Bee waved at the Beezles as they went round and round and round.

When the ride had stopped, they moved on to the Big Wheel.
"I'm a bit scared" said Chewy, and Zubby agreed.
"We'll just wait here and wave to you all" said Zubby.
Bizzy made sure that her safety belt was fastened tightly, and soon the big wheel began to turn.
"I don't feel well" said Fuzzy.
"I thought you liked the big wheel!" Buzzy replied.
"I do! I think I've eaten too much candy apple!" moaned Fuzzy.

Uncle McBuzz was watching Fuzzy. She didn't look very well at all!
He asked the man to stop the ride and let Fuzzy off.
"I'm sorry Sir" said the man. "I can't stop the wheel, it is on a timer".

"Oh dear" thought Uncle. Any minute now Fuzzy was going to turn green!
Soon the ride ended and Fuzzy was a little wobbly when her feet were on firm ground.
"Are you alright Fuzzy/" asked Mrs Bee.
Everyone had gathered round, very concerned.
"I'll be fine in a minute or two" replied Fuzzy.

Everyone sat on a bench until Fuzzy felt better.

Next, the group headed for the hoopla.
The man gave everyone wooden hoops, and they all had to try and throw the hoops so that they landed on a little peg.
If your hoop landed  on a peg, the man gave you a prize.
"I've got one! I've got one!" cried Buzzy.
The man gave Buzzy a giant cuddly toy, which Bizzy thought was very beautiful. It was fluffy and white with a huge red bow tied round it's neck.

The Beezles went round every single stall and went on every single ride!
It had been a very tiring day, and soon it was time to go home.

As Uncle McBuzz drove the big yellow van back to Honeycombe Hill, Chewy and Buzzy and Zubby all fell asleep!
When the van stopped at Mrs Bee's shop, Mrs Bee had to waken her friends who were asleep.
They all piled into Mrs Bee's shop and had some warm milk and a nutmeg cookie.
Unlce McBuzz walked with each Beezle to their own little house, and everyone thanked him and Mrs Bee for a lovely day.

Have you ever been to the funfair?

THE END

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Everyone on Honeycombe Hill was very excited today.
Uncle McBuzz was taking the Beezles and their friends to the funfair.
They were all going in the big yellow van, which was even more fun!
Bizzy and Zubby, Bazzil and Buzzy, Fuzzy,Chewy and Philip were all waiting in line at Mrs Bee's shop.

Uncle McBuzz didn't take long to appear, and soon they were all piling into the van.
"I want a window seat!" said Bazzil.
Bizzy sat next to him.
"You'd better behave today Bazzil! Mrs Bee said that everyone would be brought home if there was any misbehaviour".
Bazzil huffed and puffed. "I'll do my best" he scowled.

The van chugged along the dirt track and out of Honeycombe Hill.
The funfair was only about 2 miles away, and Buzzy was already impatient.
"Oh I wish the van could go faster!" he said.
"Well" said Bizzy, "Uncle McBuzz is a very careful driver. He won't drive any faster than needs be". As Bizzy sat back in her seat, she smoothed her hair and tightened her ribbons. Today was going to be great!

As the van stopped at the edge of the field, the Beezles were already undoing their seatbelts.
"Oh look!" cried Fuzzy as she pointed to the Big Wheel.
Fuzzy jumped up and down with excitement.
Everyone got off the bus and Mrs Bee told everyone to stay in line and walk in an orderly fashion.

Chewy saw the candy floss stall and asked Mrs Bee if he could buy some. Chewy liked candy floss!
The other Beezles had toffee apples, which were lovely and juicy, with wooden sticks to hold them with.
Bizzy tugged at Uncle McBuzzs' sleeve.
"Please Uncle, can we go on the merry go round?" she asked.
"Of course!" said Uncle McBuzz.
The Beezles stood in line and Mrs Bee bought seven tickets.
Everyone climbed on, and Bizzy chose a rocking horse to sit on.
Bazzil was in the red fire engine at the driving seat, with Chewy and Philip sitting behind him.
Ting ting!
The man rang the bell and the merry go round began to turn.
Uncle McBuzz and Mrs Bee waved at the Beezles as they went round and round and round.

When the ride had stopped, they moved on to the Big Wheel.
"I'm a bit scared" said Chewy, and Zubby agreed.
"We'll just wait here and wave to you all" said Zubby.
Bizzy made sure that her safety belt was fastened tightly, and soon the big wheel began to turn.
"I don't feel well" said Fuzzy.
"I thought you liked the big wheel!" Buzzy replied.
"I do! I think I've eaten too much candy apple!" moaned Fuzzy.

Uncle McBuzz was watching Fuzzy. She didn't look very well at all!
He asked the man to stop the ride and let Fuzzy off.
"I'm sorry Sir" said the man. "I can't stop the wheel, it is on a timer".

"Oh dear" thought Uncle. Any minute now Fuzzy was going to turn green!
Soon the ride ended and Fuzzy was a little wobbly when her feet were on firm ground.
"Are you alright Fuzzy/" asked Mrs Bee.
Everyone had gathered round, very concerned.
"I'll be fine in a minute or two" replied Fuzzy.

Everyone sat on a bench until Fuzzy felt better.

Next, the group headed for the hoopla.
The man gave everyone wooden hoops, and they all had to try and throw the hoops so that they landed on a little peg.
If your hoop landed  on a peg, the man gave you a prize.
"I've got one! I've got one!" cried Buzzy.
The man gave Buzzy a giant cuddly toy, which Bizzy thought was very beautiful. It was fluffy and white with a huge red bow tied round it's neck.

The Beezles went round every single stall and went on every single ride!
It had been a very tiring day, and soon it was time to go home.

As Uncle McBuzz drove the big yellow van back to Honeycombe Hill, Chewy and Buzzy and Zubby all fell asleep!
When the van stopped at Mrs Bee's shop, Mrs Bee had to waken her friends who were asleep.
They all piled into Mrs Bee's shop and had some warm milk and a nutmeg cookie.
Unlce McBuzz walked with each Beezle to their own little house, and everyone thanked him and Mrs Bee for a lovely day.

Have you ever been to the funfair?

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

Everyone on Honeycombe Hill was very excited today.
Uncle McBuzz was taking the Beezles and their friends to the funfair.
They were all going in the big yellow van, which was even more fun!
Bizzy and Zubby, Bazzil and Buzzy, Fuzzy,Chewy and Philip were all waiting in line at Mrs Bee's shop.

Uncle McBuzz didn't take long to appear, and soon they were all piling into the van.
"I want a window seat!" said Bazzil.
Bizzy sat next to him.
"You'd better behave today Bazzil! Mrs Bee said that everyone would be brought home if there was any misbehaviour".
Bazzil huffed and puffed. "I'll do my best" he scowled.

The van chugged along the dirt track and out of Honeycombe Hill.
The funfair was only about 2 miles away, and Buzzy was already impatient.
"Oh I wish the van could go faster!" he said.
"Well" said Bizzy, "Uncle McBuzz is a very careful driver. He won't drive any faster than needs be". As Bizzy sat back in her seat, she smoothed her hair and tightened her ribbons. Today was going to be great!

As the van stopped at the edge of the field, the Beezles were already undoing their seatbelts.
"Oh look!" cried Fuzzy as she pointed to the Big Wheel.
Fuzzy jumped up and down with excitement.
Everyone got off the bus and Mrs Bee told everyone to stay in line and walk in an orderly fashion.

Chewy saw the candy floss stall and asked Mrs Bee if he could buy some. Chewy liked candy floss!
The other Beezles had toffee apples, which were lovely and juicy, with wooden sticks to hold them with.
Bizzy tugged at Uncle McBuzzs' sleeve.
"Please Uncle, can we go on the merry go round?" she asked.
"Of course!" said Uncle McBuzz.
The Beezles stood in line and Mrs Bee bought seven tickets.
Everyone climbed on, and Bizzy chose a rocking horse to sit on.
Bazzil was in the red fire engine at the driving seat, with Chewy and Philip sitting behind him.
Ting ting!
The man rang the bell and the merry go round began to turn.
Uncle McBuzz and Mrs Bee waved at the Beezles as they went round and round and round.

When the ride had stopped, they moved on to the Big Wheel.
"I'm a bit scared" said Chewy, and Zubby agreed.
"We'll just wait here and wave to you all" said Zubby.
Bizzy made sure that her safety belt was fastened tightly, and soon the big wheel began to turn.
"I don't feel well" said Fuzzy.
"I thought you liked the big wheel!" Buzzy replied.
"I do! I think I've eaten too much candy apple!" moaned Fuzzy.

Uncle McBuzz was watching Fuzzy. She didn't look very well at all!
He asked the man to stop the ride and let Fuzzy off.
"I'm sorry Sir" said the man. "I can't stop the wheel, it is on a timer".

"Oh dear" thought Uncle. Any minute now Fuzzy was going to turn green!
Soon the ride ended and Fuzzy was a little wobbly when her feet were on firm ground.
"Are you alright Fuzzy/" asked Mrs Bee.
Everyone had gathered round, very concerned.
"I'll be fine in a minute or two" replied Fuzzy.

Everyone sat on a bench until Fuzzy felt better.

Next, the group headed for the hoopla.
The man gave everyone wooden hoops, and they all had to try and throw the hoops so that they landed on a little peg.
If your hoop landed  on a peg, the man gave you a prize.
"I've got one! I've got one!" cried Buzzy.
The man gave Buzzy a giant cuddly toy, which Bizzy thought was very beautiful. It was fluffy and white with a huge red bow tied round it's neck.

The Beezles went round every single stall and went on every single ride!
It had been a very tiring day, and soon it was time to go home.

As Uncle McBuzz drove the big yellow van back to Honeycombe Hill, Chewy and Buzzy and Zubby all fell asleep!
When the van stopped at Mrs Bee's shop, Mrs Bee had to waken her friends who were asleep.
They all piled into Mrs Bee's shop and had some warm milk and a nutmeg cookie.
Unlce McBuzz walked with each Beezle to their own little house, and everyone thanked him and Mrs Bee for a lovely day.

Have you ever been to the funfair?

THE END

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Mrs Bee had a book of stories. She'd had it since she was a little girl and had looked after it well.
It was quite a large book, with a red leather cover and gold writing on the front which said "Bedtime Stories".
Now and then, Mrs Bee would visit the Beezles and read to them a story from her big red book.
The Beezles adored Mrs Bee's story book. The stories were always so exciting! Tonight, Mrs Bee had promised to visit at 8.00pm, and read a story to Bizzy, Bazzil, Buzzy and Zubby.

Mrs Bee thought she might read the story of Oona and Blub. The Beezles liked to hear the stories of Oona the Eskimo girl and her pet seal Blub!
Everyone was very excited as they waited for Mrs Bee to arrive that night. Bizzy had put on her white fluffy housecoat, as she felt a little chilly. Zubby, Bazzil and Buzzy didn't feel cold at all, but they did have slippers on.
Soon Mrs Bee arrived at Bizzy's house and everyone ran to the door to greet her.
"Hello Mrs Bee!" the Beezles cried.
"Hello everyone!" said Mrs Bee.
"Now, everyone brush your teeth and into bed. Then we can begin".

Soon, The Beezles were tucked up in their beds, ready for Mrs Bee to begin.

Once upon a time
There lived a little Eskimo girl called Oona. Oona lived in an igloo with her pet seal Blub. They did everything together and were very good friends indeed.
One day, Oona and Blub were tidying out their igloo.
"Look at all these bones!" said Oona.
Blub blushed bright red. He was very very guilty for leaving fish-bones lying around!
"I'm sorry Oona" said Blub and he hung his head in shame.
"It's alright" said Oona, "we can tidy them up together".
So Oona and Blub tidied and tidied till there wasn't a single fishbone in sight.
"Now, we're going to have to find somewhere to put these bones" said Oona.
"I know where to put them!"Blub squealed.
"We can take them as far away from here as we can walk, and them bury them in the snow!".
"Great idea Blub" said Oona, and off they went to bury the bones.

The snow was very deep and Oona had special shoes on to help her walk.
Blub sat on the yellow sledge with the fish bones, and Oona pulled the sledge along. Soon, they were tired and Oona stopped the sledge.
"I think we can bury them here Blub" she said.
Blub slithered off the sledge and together they began to dig a hole.
Then, Blub passed the bones one by one to Oona, who dropped them into the hole. When every single bone was in the hole, Oona and Blub covered the hole with snow.
"There now!" said Oona as she dusted her hands. "Job done!".

As Oona and Blub made their way back to the igloo, they met Pop the Polar Bear.
"Hello Pop" said Oona.
"Hello Oona" said Pop. "Where have you been?"
"Blub and I have been burying bones!" said Oona.
"Burying bones? what kind of bones?" Pop replied.
Oona laughed and put her hands on her hips.
"What kind of bones? Why, Polar bear bones of course!"

Pop look puzzled.
"Polar bear bones? where did you get them from?"
Oona clapped her hands and giggled at Pop.
"Oh Pop you are silly! YOU are the Polar Bear! It was fish bones we were burying!".
Blub and Oona rolled in the snow, kicking their legs in the air, and laughing at silly old Pop.
Pop began to laugh too, and soon the three friends were throwing snow at one another and having lots of fun!

Oona Blub and Pop like eating fish. Do you?

THE END

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Mrs Bee had a book of stories. She'd had it since she was a little girl and had looked after it well.
It was quite a large book, with a red leather cover and gold writing on the front which said "Bedtime Stories".
Now and then, Mrs Bee would visit the Beezles and read to them a story from her big red book.
The Beezles adored Mrs Bee's story book. The stories were always so exciting! Tonight, Mrs Bee had promised to visit at 8.00pm, and read a story to Bizzy, Bazzil, Buzzy and Zubby.

Mrs Bee thought she might read the story of Oona and Blub. The Beezles liked to hear the stories of Oona the Eskimo girl and her pet seal Blub!
Everyone was very excited as they waited for Mrs Bee to arrive that night. Bizzy had put on her white fluffy housecoat, as she felt a little chilly. Zubby, Bazzil and Buzzy didn't feel cold at all, but they did have slippers on.
Soon Mrs Bee arrived at Bizzy's house and everyone ran to the door to greet her.
"Hello Mrs Bee!" the Beezles cried.
"Hello everyone!" said Mrs Bee.
"Now, everyone brush your teeth and into bed. Then we can begin".

Soon, The Beezles were tucked up in their beds, ready for Mrs Bee to begin.

Once upon a time
There lived a little Eskimo girl called Oona. Oona lived in an igloo with her pet seal Blub. They did everything together and were very good friends indeed.
One day, Oona and Blub were tidying out their igloo.
"Look at all these bones!" said Oona.
Blub blushed bright red. He was very very guilty for leaving fish-bones lying around!
"I'm sorry Oona" said Blub and he hung his head in shame.
"It's alright" said Oona, "we can tidy them up together".
So Oona and Blub tidied and tidied till there wasn't a single fishbone in sight.
"Now, we're going to have to find somewhere to put these bones" said Oona.
"I know where to put them!"Blub squealed.
"We can take them as far away from here as we can walk, and them bury them in the snow!".
"Great idea Blub" said Oona, and off they went to bury the bones.

The snow was very deep and Oona had special shoes on to help her walk.
Blub sat on the yellow sledge with the fish bones, and Oona pulled the sledge along. Soon, they were tired and Oona stopped the sledge.
"I think we can bury them here Blub" she said.
Blub slithered off the sledge and together they began to dig a hole.
Then, Blub passed the bones one by one to Oona, who dropped them into the hole. When every single bone was in the hole, Oona and Blub covered the hole with snow.
"There now!" said Oona as she dusted her hands. "Job done!".

As Oona and Blub made their way back to the igloo, they met Pop the Polar Bear.
"Hello Pop" said Oona.
"Hello Oona" said Pop. "Where have you been?"
"Blub and I have been burying bones!" said Oona.
"Burying bones? what kind of bones?" Pop replied.
Oona laughed and put her hands on her hips.
"What kind of bones? Why, Polar bear bones of course!"

Pop look puzzled.
"Polar bear bones? where did you get them from?"
Oona clapped her hands and giggled at Pop.
"Oh Pop you are silly! YOU are the Polar Bear! It was fish bones we were burying!".
Blub and Oona rolled in the snow, kicking their legs in the air, and laughing at silly old Pop.
Pop began to laugh too, and soon the three friends were throwing snow at one another and having lots of fun!

Oona Blub and Pop like eating fish. Do you?

THE END

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Bizzy sighed as she pulled on her blue raincoat and pink wellington boots.
It was raining today and no doubt the other Beezles, especially Buzzy and Bazzil, would be jumping and splashing in the puddles.
She'd go and ask Fuzzy if she'd like to accompany her to the shop.
Mrs Bee would probably make a fuss and it would be warm and cosy in the shop.
As Bizzy walked towards Fuzzy's house, she sighed again. Bizzy was feeling really down, and it was all because of her wellington boots.
They kept her feet dry, She supposed they looked nice enough, but what she really really wanted was a pair of RED wellington boots!
Bizzy had seen cousin Beebee wearing a pair a while back, and oh how lovely they were. Beebee had told Bizzy she'd got them from a gypsy in a caravan.
Bizzy knew there was very little chance of her accquiring a pair of the red wellingtons for herself, but oh how she yearned for them.
They were so bright and colourful, they really looked so cheery!

Fuzzy was drawing a picture. It was such a horrid day that she'd decided to stay home and read some books and maybe do some colouring in.
There was so much to do indoors if you really thought about it, and Fuzzy was having a really good day.
Just as she was about to use her red pen, there was a knock at the door.
Fuzzy answered to see Bizzy standing with rain dripping from her nose.
"Oh  hello there Bizzy. It's terrible weather today! Come in!"
Bizzy stepped into the hall and sighed.
"I just wondered if you'd like to come to Mrs Bee's shop for an orange juice and a slice of cake" said Bizzy.
Fuzzy didn't really feel like going anywhere at all, but she could see that Bizzy looked very sad.
"Sure" said Fuzzy. "I'll just get my raincoat and umbrella" and with that off she went to the cupboard to fetch her things.

As the girls walked to Mrs Bee's shop they could hear Buzzy, Bazzil and Zubby having fun in the rain. They were jumping in the puddles to see who could make the biggest splash.
Zubby had mud splashes on his face and he looked like he had measles!
Bizzy and Fuzzy waved, and carried on to the shop.
As they entered, the little bell tinkled and Mrs Bee appeared from the back.
"Hello girls! What terrible weather we're having today" said Mrs Bee.
"Hello Mrs Bee " said Fuzzy and Bizzy.
"Now give me those wet coats and I'll hang them up, and then we'll get you a nice hot drink". Mrs Bee took their coats and soon they both had a glass of hot orange and toasted pancakes on a plate.
"Mmm. These pancakes are lovely Mrs Bee" said Fuzzy.
Mrs Bee smiled at Fuzzy.
She was concerned about Bizzy. Bizzy was normally very chatty, but today she was quiet and was picking at her pancake.
Wiping her hands on her crisp white apron, Mrs Bee sat at the table with Fuzzy and Bizzy,
"Are you feeling alright today Bizzy?" asked Mrs Bee.
Bizzy nodded and sipped at her orange juice.
"Are you sure?" Mrs Bee asked.
Bizzy sighed again.
"Well, I feel so silly but I can't stop thinking about red wellington boots. I saw cousin Beebee with a pair last year, and I've always wanted some, but I know I'll never have them!" Bizzy replied.
"It's not that there's anything wrong with my pink wellies, I just like the red ones".

Mrs Bee was deep in thought. Bizzy was a very kind Beezle, and was always doing things to help others. She never asked for anything and was happy to help everyone on Honeycombe Hill.
When Uncle McBuzz called by that evening, Mrs Bee would be sure to have a word with him.

The next morning Bizzy was up bright and early. She stretched her arms and yawned. She gave the birds some breadcrumbs, brushed her teeth and her hair, and skipped all the way to Mrs Bee's shop. Bizzy was running low on honey and milk. Mrs Bee would have those things in her shop.
As Bizzy entered the shop, Uncle McBuzz was chatting to Mrs Bee.
"Good morning!" called Bizzy.
"Good morning Bizzy! Uncle McBuzz has something for you" said Mrs Bee.
Uncle McBuzz handed Bizzy a brown paper parcel tied with string.
"I hope you like them"said Uncle McBuzz, and he winked at Mrs Bee.
Bizzy tore open the brown paper, and much to her surprise there inside the paper were the most beautiful pair of shiny red wellington boots!

"Oh Uncle McBuzz! How did you know?" said Bizzy.
"Well now" Uncle McBuzz laughed. "I have a special radar that beeps when Bizzy the Beezle wants something!" and he winked at Mrs Bee again.

Bizzy was delighted! She put the wellington boots on right away and danced a little jig right there in the middle of the shop.
Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz laughed.
"Thankyou so much!" Bizzy exclaimed, and in her excitement she skipped all the way home without the honey and milk!

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith

Bizzy sighed as she pulled on her blue raincoat and pink wellington boots.
It was raining today and no doubt the other Beezles, especially Buzzy and Bazzil, would be jumping and splashing in the puddles.
She'd go and ask Fuzzy if she'd like to accompany her to the shop.
Mrs Bee would probably make a fuss and it would be warm and cosy in the shop.
As Bizzy walked towards Fuzzy's house, she sighed again. Bizzy was feeling really down, and it was all because of her wellington boots.
They kept her feet dry, She supposed they looked nice enough, but what she really really wanted was a pair of RED wellington boots!
Bizzy had seen cousin Beebee wearing a pair a while back, and oh how lovely they were. Beebee had told Bizzy she'd got them from a gypsy in a caravan.
Bizzy knew there was very little chance of her accquiring a pair of the red wellingtons for herself, but oh how she yearned for them.
They were so bright and colourful, they really looked so cheery!

Fuzzy was drawing a picture. It was such a horrid day that she'd decided to stay home and read some books and maybe do some colouring in.
There was so much to do indoors if you really thought about it, and Fuzzy was having a really good day.
Just as she was about to use her red pen, there was a knock at the door.
Fuzzy answered to see Bizzy standing with rain dripping from her nose.
"Oh  hello there Bizzy. It's terrible weather today! Come in!"
Bizzy stepped into the hall and sighed.
"I just wondered if you'd like to come to Mrs Bee's shop for an orange juice and a slice of cake" said Bizzy.
Fuzzy didn't really feel like going anywhere at all, but she could see that Bizzy looked very sad.
"Sure" said Fuzzy. "I'll just get my raincoat and umbrella" and with that off she went to the cupboard to fetch her things.

As the girls walked to Mrs Bee's shop they could hear Buzzy, Bazzil and Zubby having fun in the rain. They were jumping in the puddles to see who could make the biggest splash.
Zubby had mud splashes on his face and he looked like he had measles!
Bizzy and Fuzzy waved, and carried on to the shop.
As they entered, the little bell tinkled and Mrs Bee appeared from the back.
"Hello girls! What terrible weather we're having today" said Mrs Bee.
"Hello Mrs Bee " said Fuzzy and Bizzy.
"Now give me those wet coats and I'll hang them up, and then we'll get you a nice hot drink". Mrs Bee took their coats and soon they both had a glass of hot orange and toasted pancakes on a plate.
"Mmm. These pancakes are lovely Mrs Bee" said Fuzzy.
Mrs Bee smiled at Fuzzy.
She was concerned about Bizzy. Bizzy was normally very chatty, but today she was quiet and was picking at her pancake.
Wiping her hands on her crisp white apron, Mrs Bee sat at the table with Fuzzy and Bizzy,
"Are you feeling alright today Bizzy?" asked Mrs Bee.
Bizzy nodded and sipped at her orange juice.
"Are you sure?" Mrs Bee asked.
Bizzy sighed again.
"Well, I feel so silly but I can't stop thinking about red wellington boots. I saw cousin Beebee with a pair last year, and I've always wanted some, but I know I'll never have them!" Bizzy replied.
"It's not that there's anything wrong with my pink wellies, I just like the red ones".

Mrs Bee was deep in thought. Bizzy was a very kind Beezle, and was always doing things to help others. She never asked for anything and was happy to help everyone on Honeycombe Hill.
When Uncle McBuzz called by that evening, Mrs Bee would be sure to have a word with him.

The next morning Bizzy was up bright and early. She stretched her arms and yawned. She gave the birds some breadcrumbs, brushed her teeth and her hair, and skipped all the way to Mrs Bee's shop. Bizzy was running low on honey and milk. Mrs Bee would have those things in her shop.
As Bizzy entered the shop, Uncle McBuzz was chatting to Mrs Bee.
"Good morning!" called Bizzy.
"Good morning Bizzy! Uncle McBuzz has something for you" said Mrs Bee.
Uncle McBuzz handed Bizzy a brown paper parcel tied with string.
"I hope you like them"said Uncle McBuzz, and he winked at Mrs Bee.
Bizzy tore open the brown paper, and much to her surprise there inside the paper were the most beautiful pair of shiny red wellington boots!

"Oh Uncle McBuzz! How did you know?" said Bizzy.
"Well now" Uncle McBuzz laughed. "I have a special radar that beeps when Bizzy the Beezle wants something!" and he winked at Mrs Bee again.

Bizzy was delighted! She put the wellington boots on right away and danced a little jig right there in the middle of the shop.
Mrs Bee and Uncle McBuzz laughed.
"Thankyou so much!" Bizzy exclaimed, and in her excitement she skipped all the way home without the honey and milk!

THE END

copyright@evelynsmith