I peered into the chink and saw a bee. Very strange, I thought, a single bee sitting in a chink in the wall in the middle of winter. Where\u2019s your hive bee? I asked it. Didn\u2019t you make it back before the snows hit? You\u2019re here for the duration now anyway. He wasn\u2019t moving at all. He was just sitting there. I\u2019m looking at you bee, are you looking back? You\u2019re looking back at me I think. I put my finger to the chink. Climb on, bee. He sat there. Don\u2019t worry bee, that\u2019s my finger, it\u2019s not some other creature. Still a cautious wee bee. Climb on bee, and we\u2019ll go over to the fire and get warm. That convinced him all right. He walked over to the finger. He felt it a bit with his feelers and then what did he do he climbed on. Good bee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tentatively took him over to the table near the fire. I put him down and he climbed off my finger. Thanks, he said, it was damn cold in that chink. You\u2019re okay bee, sure there\u2019s enough warmth out here for human and bee alike. Have you any jam? Asked bee. Jam? I\u2019ve plenty of jam. I\u2019d love now a bit of jam, bee said. Okay bee I\u2019ll organise the jam and then we can relax and watch a bit of T.V.. You can have jam and I\u2019ll have biscuits. Bees equals jam, humans equals biscuits. I won\u2019t eat your jam and you don\u2019t eat my biscuits and we\u2019ll get along fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I found a bit of jam in the press and put it on a spoon for him and put it on the table. There you go bee, bit of jam for you. I sat down with my biscuits on the couch next to him and him with his jam and turned on the T.V.. He wasn\u2019t long on the jam right enough. He was all over it. Like that jam, bee? I do like a bit of jam now and then he said. Nothing wrong with that bee. I\u2019ll say nothing about the jam and you say nothing about the biscuits. You\u2019re going mad for that jam all right bee. I can\u2019t get enough, he says. Well don\u2019t overdo it now. He started his buzzing a bit, getting excited about the jam. It\u2019s nice out here bee, isn\u2019t it? No warmth or jam back in the chink, is there? But he wasn\u2019t listening, he was too busy buzzing about the jam. That\u2019s strawberry jam bee, probably my favourite too. But he wasn\u2019t listening. I said bee, that\u2019s strawberry jam, are you listening bee? Bee! Listen to me! Whatever, says the bee, leave me alone to enjoy my jam will you? I\u2019m trying to talk to you bee. He wasn\u2019t listening again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s it, I thought. Enough of the jam. He\u2019s had enough jam now. You\u2019ve had enough jam now bee, I said. Buzz, he says. I\u2019m going to confiscate the jam. You\u2019re not says he. There\u2019s such a thing as too much of a good thing bee. Don\u2019t take the jam! Bee says. I have to bee, you\u2019ve gone mad on it altogether. I lifted the spoon with the jam off the table and walked over to the kitchen. What did he do but he flew up buzzing into the air and followed me. Or followed the spoon more like. That\u2019s enough of this now bee, no more jam for now. You can have a bit more later if you\u2019re good and that\u2019s that. But he wouldn\u2019t listen. Buzz to that, he says, I want my jam. It\u2019s not your jam bee. Jam, he says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was getting a bit annoyed with this bee now and his whole obsession with jam. I was standing over the sink so I put the spoon under the tap and turned on the water. The jam slipped off the spoon and away down the plughole. Bee was looking down at it from his position on the shelf above. I looked at him and he looked at me. What did you do that for? He asked. You\u2019ve had too much jam bee, come on now and we\u2019ll go back over there and have a conversation by the fire. I don\u2019t want a conversation with you, says the bee. Come on now bee don\u2019t be a baby about this. You\u2019re some character, bee says. Leave it bee. You\u2019re some evil piece of equipment. Enough now bee, I said and I turned away from him and walked over in the direction of the couch again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Next thing there was a buzzing at my ear. I jumped. What are you at bee? I\u2019m at flying about, says bee. Well stop flying about my head bee. Well give me back my jam then. He flew about from my ear to the other ear to my nose and all over and around my head till all I could hear was buzzing. Behave yourself bee! Bad bee! Jam! He says. No more jam bee! He flew round and around and around. He was at one ear and I swiped but by the time I got there he was already at the other ear and round and round he went and every now and then he\u2019d say Jam. But then I double bluffed him and swiped at my ear when he was nowhere near it and didn\u2019t it work and I whacked him right across the room. Now bee!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walked over to where he was lying under the curtains. That\u2019s what happens now bee, I said. I looked down at him. He was on his back. He wasn\u2019t moving except for one leg was twitching away. Are you happy now bee? I said. I studied him for a minute. He was hurt pretty bad I thought. Are you okay bee? No answer. Are you alive bee? I hurt him pretty bad. The one leg was twitching slower as I looked at him. You\u2019re hurt bee, aren\u2019t you? He didn\u2019t answer at all. Talk to me bee. Nothing. I got down on me knees to look closer at him. Let me look at you bee. You\u2019re some handful bee I\u2019ll tell you that. Are you okay? He just lay there on his back. The leg stopped twitching. Are you dead bee? Are you dead or alive? No reply from bee. He\u2019s dead, I thought. Killed himself over jam. You\u2019re dead bee, aren\u2019t you? You\u2019re a dead bee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat back. I gave him a small nudge with my finger. Climb on bee, if you\u2019re alive. Nothing from bee. You\u2019re gone bee, you\u2019re gone. I rolled him onto the palm of my hand and checked him one more time. He was dead all right. I\u2019ll put you back in the chink bee. That\u2019s where you\u2019re from bee. You belong in the chink. I took him over to the chink and put him in. Bye bee.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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