Fred! Hurry up! Come over here! Harry shouted.
Now what is it again Harry? I was having a good time catching those grasshoppers. Fred said grumbling.
Look over here, its a bee. Its our time to get even with them for the stings we got last time on the guava tree, right? Harry whispered
Sure Bro.
Taking off his footwears and putting over his palms, Harry walked stealthily towards the bright petals where the lone bee perched.
Now 's the time Harry! Smash the bastard! Fred said in a muffled tone.
SMACK!!! And turning the footwears upward, the remains of the bee lay mangled over them.
That serves it right Freddy! Lets go. Harry said and they walked off gingerly with the air of a conquering Emperor.
Ouch! My foot hurts badly Dad, didn't you get the honey for the burn? Harry asked, wincing in pain.
A couple of days back, he had been watching his favourite Television program when he thought he needed some coffee.
He had plugged in the electric heater and filled it with water. When he thought it has boiled enough, he ran to the kitchen and in his haste, he loosed his grip on the jug and it fell down on the kitchen floor and spilling the hot water over bare foot and scalding it badly.
No Harry, the vendors complained of little supply and it got ordered before i got there, his Dad said.
Did you ask them why Dad?
Yeah. They said there was a reduction in the population of the swarms this year. His Dad replied.
Dad? How many bees make a swarm? Paul asked.
Over 20, 000 son.
And Dad, which of the bees and hiw many are needed to make the honey? Paul asked.
Every single bee is important to the hive son. Its just like a family, one individual gets lost, its affects all.
I think i know why the bees supplied a little quantity of honey Dad, i killed a bee i found on a flower outside. What a way to pay me back Dad! They got me pretty bad, Paul lamented.