Once upon a time
there was a little bee called Liliya. Now this little bee loved to fly and she was
very good at it. She could go so high, so fast, everyone agreed she was the
best. “Neeeeyaawww” she would go.
Liliya loved to go as
high as she could. She would fly high above the trees, through the clouds and
float along next to the aeroplanes. She liked looking in through the planes
little round windows at all the people stuck in there, while she was free as a
bir…bee.
One day she decided she
needed a new challenge, to fly really high… like super high…higher then any bee
had ever been before. She was used to going up and playing alone side the aeroplanes,
but she wanted to try something new. What was higher then an aeroplane? A Cloud.
But what was higher than a cloud? Why the moon of course!
So one day she got up
early, ate all her breakfast, and drank all her drink in preparation for her
extra large adventure. She waited until no one was watching and then off she
buzzed.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz”
she went up through the sky, “neeeeyaawww” she shouted as she shot past the
aeroplanes. Wwweeeeeeee” she screamed in delight as she entered space. ‘The
first bee in space’ she thought to herself as the moon got larger and larger,
closer and closer, “mama and papa will be so proud, just wait I get home to
tell them all about it” she thought.
The closer she got
the more like a giant piece of cheese the moon looked like. She loved cheese so
this was very reassuring for a little bee so far from home. She buzzed and
buzzed closer and closer and finally touched down “boom” ‘first bee on the
moon’ what an honour.
By this time she was
pretty hungry, she was glad she had packed a snack. She sat on the surface of
the moon with her piece of bread. When she was planning what to take with her,
so had decided to only bring one piece of bread, as she had wanted to be as
light and quick as possible for her maiden voyage. Now that she sat on the
surface of the moon, she wished she had packed something to go with her bread.
Bread can be some boring on its own. What did she like with bread… why cheese
of course!
‘Cheese’ this
reminded her of something. Where had she seen cheese recently? “Oh I remember; that’s
what I thought the moon looked like” she reminded herself. Come to think of it
there was a strange smell up here in space, a distinctly cheesy smell. Could
the moon actually be made of cheese?
She sniffed, and buzzed over to a particularly good looking, sticky outey
bit. She tried an exploratory lick of the moons surface. Was it…could it be….
Yes. Just like the cheese mama and papa had back home in the fridge!
She scooped up a
sandwich sized amount and munched it with her bread. “The perfect moonwich” she
thought to herself. Just wait till I tell my friends.
Once she had finished
her snack she started to think about her journey home. Looking at her watch she
could see it was much later than she had planned. In fact it was nearly time
for her nap, she would have to get a buzz on if she was going to back in time.
She scoped up as much
moon-cheese as she could fit into her bag and set off for home. Soon she was
descending back past the aeroplanes…the clouds…. and the trees. She buzzed back
into her bedroom and settled into bed. ‘
As she drifting off
to sleep she started to dream about the delicious cheese on toast sandwich she
was going to make for mama and papa when she woke up. “The best cheese on toast
in the world” she thought. “Well actually in the universe!”
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© Ian Boyd 2012
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