I Want to Bee Alone

It was a beautiful day and I was getting ready for first grade. I was 6 years old and was ready to meet the ladies. I woke up, took a shower, shaved with a spoon and got dressed for school.

On the way out the door, my dad (Pokey) suggested I try some aftershave. (Since I was a man and all). Well, I proceeded to put some of the good smelling stuff on and was ready to head to the bus!

Right before I reached the bus stop, I had to pass some flowers. Apparently, I happened to smell better than the neighbors flowers and a large swarm of bees (probably 1 or 2), at 6 it looked like a swarm. The one Bee in particular looked like one of the prehistoric birds.. Pterodactyls? I didn't know how to spell it then and I don't know how to spell it now.

I had the flash notion that I could out run the bees. Can you believe they followed me all the way to my driveway? Fortunately they didn't sting me, but I did learn a very valuable lesson. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Ok, maybe I didn't. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I did dream about bees for a week....