Up down up down up down went the wings. It flew like a jet, penetrating the air. Up down up down up down the wings went. Its transparent flappers batted and bent. It tossed and turned meandering as the constant buzz echoed in the sky. Up down up down up down bounced the sound on the trees and on the ground. The flowers they searched for filled the floor like the spores that pour. I dug my tongue into the flora its taste of happiness galore. Up down up down up down the buzz came again, its call quickly fading.
I zoomed through the sticky corridors to escape the buzz of the hive for my daily job, finding pollen! I dashed out of the hive and into the trees and grass, but there were no flowers! I needed pollen otherwise my hive wouldn’t make enough honey to survive. I soared upwards, for a better view of my situation, only to find a gigantic forest! I couldn’t let my hive die, so I concentrated on finding whatever treasure was on the other side. Two hours passed until I reached my destination. But at the end, they were there. Beautiful, tasty flowers!
During our stay at Wick Court we visited the bee hives. The only problem was that once you had your warm, equipment on, it made you start to feel all itchy, which was so annoying! When we got to the bee hives we all gathered round one of the hives. Heather (one of the farmers) lifted the lid of the hive and then all the bees came out in a cluttered swarm buzzing like they were crazy. One of the bees landed right on my glove and tried to climb up my leathery sleeve. Fortunately, it didn’t get very far!
I am Flora the bee. I was collecting some rich, golden nectar from a dark, vermillion flower. And that was when it happened. I heard shrieks so loud, they pierced my ears. And then I saw a big, ivory beast. Their hard cracked hands, the ink black netty cages, covering their ghastly faces. And we all knew what this meant, our honey. Our lovely sweet honey was soon to be swiped up into their jars. I followed my commands and went to attack. I landed on one of the creatures and stung it. I knew I wasn’t going to live, but at least I had severed my queen.
The worst thing about being a bee is stinging. You see in a humans world it’s all la de da but really IT HURTS, the problem is that your only trying to protect yourself, but between you and me it never works. Before I tell you anymore if you are squeamish cover your eyes and ears. Your guts come sprawling of and if your lucky you get a nice glimpse of your intestines and liver. Weird mucus and puss squirts out and then you find yourself falling into blacknes. And then you regret why you ever tried to protect yourself.
I’m a bee, a honey bee,
I don’t like rain, water or sea,
The sweet luxury of honeycomb,
Reminds me of my hexagonal home,
I’m a honey bee, a honey bee i am,
I don’t eat bread, jam or ham
I eat nectar, the sweetest of sap
I have my work set, so i can’t take a nap
But forget that honey bee
And listen, listen to me
I am the queen, the best of them all
The queen is in charge of bees you see
I hover, i buzz, i sting, i rule
No one’s in charge of me
My hive had swarmed the day before Easter, and as my shift was finished, I was sleeping. The commotion had not awoken me and I woke to find the hive empty, still and lifeless. I had no trace of the familiar scent. Flying out of the hive, and into the open air, I started to look for another home. I knew there was not much hope, but if I could sneak past the guards, then maybe a chance of life would not be such a far fetched thought in my minuscule brain after all.
As I flew into the new and unfamiliar hive, the guards immediately picked up on my alien scent. I scurried past others, knowing that the sentry bees were close behind me and realising that death could be only a few seconds away. Suddenly an excruciating paralysed my limbs and I felt my body lifted aloft and taken I knew not where.
The Buzz
I woke up on this marvelous day. Ready to get some delicious nectar and grainy pollen. I knew the consequences if I failed my golden tribe. My senses took me to the best spot, so I wiggled and wiggled my stripy bottom. Dave, Sandra and I set of to the beautiful, perfect pink poppy. Then I saw it. A massive, white monster, glaring with its eyes. I went in to full attack mode because I knew that they wanted to take are only drive; honey!
I hade a struggle choosing what to do for this, because Watford are the called hornets.
I strained, and finally, I broke free. For a second I wondered who I was. Then suddenly, memories came flooding back to me, but not back because I’d never had them before. I slowly turned around to face my mother. The Queen bee. I was no ordinary bee; I was the heir to the hive. My mother looked down on me sternly.
“Now Flora bee a good heir and go with these guards.”
“But why Momma?”
“You need to train if you want to lead this colony.” And with that, I never saw her again, until I heard the news.
Bees are our honey makers, with black and yellow stripes to show everyone that they have a dangerous weapon. Luckily it doesn’t harm humans it just stings for a while however it can be more serious for smaller animals and rodents. Bees make hives with their wax; they build their hive with lots of little hexagonal chambers; they also use this technique for making absolutely delicious honey. When a bee stings something or someone they will normally end up pulling out nearly all of their guts and organs; this is why they only sting predators who are threatening their hive.
Up down up down up down went the wings. It flew like a jet, penetrating the air. Up down up down up down the wings went. Its transparent flappers batted and bent. It tossed and turned meandering as the constant buzz echoed in the sky. Up down up down up down bounced the sound on the trees and on the ground. The flowers they searched for filled the floor like the spores that pour. I dug my tongue into the flora its taste of happiness galore. Up down up down up down the buzz came again, its call quickly fading.
I zoomed through the sticky corridors to escape the buzz of the hive for my daily job, finding pollen! I dashed out of the hive and into the trees and grass, but there were no flowers! I needed pollen otherwise my hive wouldn’t make enough honey to survive. I soared upwards, for a better view of my situation, only to find a gigantic forest! I couldn’t let my hive die, so I concentrated on finding whatever treasure was on the other side. Two hours passed until I reached my destination. But at the end, they were there. Beautiful, tasty flowers!
During our stay at Wick Court we visited the bee hives. The only problem was that once you had your warm, equipment on, it made you start to feel all itchy, which was so annoying! When we got to the bee hives we all gathered round one of the hives. Heather (one of the farmers) lifted the lid of the hive and then all the bees came out in a cluttered swarm buzzing like they were crazy. One of the bees landed right on my glove and tried to climb up my leathery sleeve. Fortunately, it didn’t get very far!
I am Flora the bee. I was collecting some rich, golden nectar from a dark, vermillion flower. And that was when it happened. I heard shrieks so loud, they pierced my ears. And then I saw a big, ivory beast. Their hard cracked hands, the ink black netty cages, covering their ghastly faces. And we all knew what this meant, our honey. Our lovely sweet honey was soon to be swiped up into their jars. I followed my commands and went to attack. I landed on one of the creatures and stung it. I knew I wasn’t going to live, but at least I had severed my queen.
The worst thing about being a bee is stinging. You see in a humans world it’s all la de da but really IT HURTS, the problem is that your only trying to protect yourself, but between you and me it never works. Before I tell you anymore if you are squeamish cover your eyes and ears. Your guts come sprawling of and if your lucky you get a nice glimpse of your intestines and liver. Weird mucus and puss squirts out and then you find yourself falling into blacknes. And then you regret why you ever tried to protect yourself.
I’m a bee, a honey bee,
I don’t like rain, water or sea,
The sweet luxury of honeycomb,
Reminds me of my hexagonal home,
I’m a honey bee, a honey bee i am,
I don’t eat bread, jam or ham
I eat nectar, the sweetest of sap
I have my work set, so i can’t take a nap
But forget that honey bee
And listen, listen to me
I am the queen, the best of them all
The queen is in charge of bees you see
I hover, i buzz, i sting, i rule
No one’s in charge of me
My hive had swarmed the day before Easter, and as my shift was finished, I was sleeping. The commotion had not awoken me and I woke to find the hive empty, still and lifeless. I had no trace of the familiar scent. Flying out of the hive, and into the open air, I started to look for another home. I knew there was not much hope, but if I could sneak past the guards, then maybe a chance of life would not be such a far fetched thought in my minuscule brain after all.
As I flew into the new and unfamiliar hive, the guards immediately picked up on my alien scent. I scurried past others, knowing that the sentry bees were close behind me and realising that death could be only a few seconds away. Suddenly an excruciating paralysed my limbs and I felt my body lifted aloft and taken I knew not where.
The Buzz
I woke up on this marvelous day. Ready to get some delicious nectar and grainy pollen. I knew the consequences if I failed my golden tribe. My senses took me to the best spot, so I wiggled and wiggled my stripy bottom. Dave, Sandra and I set of to the beautiful, perfect pink poppy. Then I saw it. A massive, white monster, glaring with its eyes. I went in to full attack mode because I knew that they wanted to take are only drive; honey!
I hade a struggle choosing what to do for this, because Watford are the called hornets.
Sorry 3 over 100.
I strained, and finally, I broke free. For a second I wondered who I was. Then suddenly, memories came flooding back to me, but not back because I’d never had them before. I slowly turned around to face my mother. The Queen bee. I was no ordinary bee; I was the heir to the hive. My mother looked down on me sternly.
“Now Flora bee a good heir and go with these guards.”
“But why Momma?”
“You need to train if you want to lead this colony.” And with that, I never saw her again, until I heard the news.
Bees
Bees are our honey makers, with black and yellow stripes to show everyone that they have a dangerous weapon. Luckily it doesn’t harm humans it just stings for a while however it can be more serious for smaller animals and rodents. Bees make hives with their wax; they build their hive with lots of little hexagonal chambers; they also use this technique for making absolutely delicious honey. When a bee stings something or someone they will normally end up pulling out nearly all of their guts and organs; this is why they only sting predators who are threatening their hive.