don't worry bee happy

Armando cast a quick look at at his beenapping companions to make sure they were ready. Each wanted something from the beehive he'd found so they'd struck a deal. He would be getting some honey, the mangy dog would be getting the queen bee - Armando didn't know why and he didn't care to ask - and the wolf...would be getting whatever it wanted as well. Now that they were all satisfied with the arrangement, it was time to get to work.

In his paws Armando had a small bough from a pine tree. Tied to the base of some of the needle clumps were long fern fronds. It was the best solution he could come up with for chasing the bees away. He was hoping if he just lazily waved branches at them they'd shoo versus getting all angry and stinging the crap out of him and the canines.

Feeling ready, he nodded wordlessly to the canines letting them know they could proceed. They each had a part to play in this and though they were strangers, Armando was hoping they could be enough of a team to make this work. He really wanted the honey. It had so many applications. Plus, it tasted good.

WC: 206