FOR CHILDREN

That same old bumblebee

When I was little I used to visit my grandmother in the summertime. One of my favorite things to do was climb trees, and I had a favorite tree. One day a bumblebee got after me, so I ran to Grandmother, sobbing, "That same old bumblebee is trying to hurt me and keep me from climbing my favorite tree."

My grandmother said, "Oh, he can't hurt you," and she asked me how I knew it was that same old bumblebee.

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