This is just after Beryl had eaten the nectar of the Gods. And only one Asterinx. Where there are two sets of similar writings it is because I am deciding which to use and maybe it will be different again next week!
Because the time spent there had been so rewarding and relaxing, Beryl thought she was now ready and brave enough to make her humble apologies. The bee thought it best to carry out the ‘sorry’ affair under the cover of darkness, when her humming would be drowned out by the jungle nightlife.
Beryl and Buzby reached the target destination and hearing the cacophony wondered how the jungle inhabitants did not have damaged hearing after the nightlife had gone to bed.
On finding the baboons she was aghast at their current posture – they were all asleep with their hands over their ears.
“I suppose it is one way of keeping your hearing intact,” she mused. “The problem now is finding the culprit and er,” at that point Buzby stopped her in full buzz.
“Tut. Tut. Tut,” he interjected reminding Beryl that they were there to find the victim and not the culprit! Beryl agreed but it still left the locating thereof difficult.
Although there was a rising sweet and ripe Honey Moon, it was not bright enough for a clear visual encounter with the stung baboon. Buzby asked Beryl how long ago the incident happened and the bee told him that is was prior to his last accident.
It was a special time of year with the exotic flowers in full bloom and so tonight was the night of the Full, Ripe and sweet Honey Moon. It was just rising and giving off a brilliant glow but it was still not bright enough to give them a clear visual encounter with the stung baboon. Buzby asked Beryl how long ago the incident happened and the bee told him that is was prior to his last accident.
“Hummmm. That is quite a while ago now,” he said and was deep in thought for a few moments. “Maybe if we do some low flying we might find whether there is any swelling left.”
“Good idea, Buzby,” she hummed in a quiet fashion and they began the rear-view patrol.
“It’s no good Buzby, I know the full Honey Moon is up now but I still can’t see in this light.” Buzby had just begun to think the whole operation would have to be called off until daylight when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pair of glow-worms playfully flitting around. As they flew closer, Buzby asked if they would help throw some light on the subject. The two glow-worms happily agreed and Buzby gave them a brief synopsis of the task in hand.
The enlightened glowworms flew around just like mini searchlights as Beryl and Busby carried out the sting inspection.
“Found it,” whispered Busby in a nasal fashion and Beryl glided over to him with a glow-worm lighting her way. The bee was a little taken aback when Busby excused himself and flew up onto a branch, where he * perched illuminated by his helpful glowworm.
