Today, Milly was busy watering her plants. She had many little potted plants on her kitchen windowsill and she really enjoyed looking after them.
"Tra la la la la la" sang Milly.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Who could it be? Milly put down her watering can and wiped her hands on a red and white checked tea towel.
She opened the door and much to her surprise, there stood Fuzzy Wuzzy Bunny.
"Hello Milly" said Fuzzy
"Hello Fuzzy, what brings you here today?" asked Milly
"Oh I was just passing by and thinking it had been a while since I last saw you. I thought I'd stop and say hello!"
Milly was delighted! It wasn't often she had a visitor, except of course for Mr Frog. Mr Frog popped into see Milly most days on his way to the pond.

"come in! come in!" said Milly, as she bustled around Fuzzy and made her very welcome.
Milly put the kettle on and set up a tray with cups and saucers,a sugar bowl and teapot, and two silver spoons.
The cups,saucers,sugar bowl and teapot all matched and were of white porcelain with beautiful blue birds painted on. The teaset was very delicate. In fact perfect for a little mouse like Milly.
The kettle boiled and Milly added the hot water to the teapot along with some herbal tea. She then produced a little white jug from the fridge, filled with frothy white milk.
"Would you like some of my homebaking?" asked Milly.
"Oh yes please" Fuzzy replied.
Milly went to the cupboard and took a gingerbread loaf from it, which she then cut into slices and spread with butter.
"Here you are" smiled Milly.

Milly and Fuzzy sat for a very long time talking about all sorts of things.
They talked about the new swing park on Honeycombe Hill, which Milly had yet to see. They talked about the day that Zubby got sick when he'd eaten too much honey, and they talked about Mr Frog.
Milly liked Mr Frog. She hoped that one day he would ask her to marry him.
"Oh Milly!" squealed Fuzzy. "I didn't know that you liked him THAT much!"
Milly giggled and blushed.
"Well we've been friends for a very long time, and he does visit every single day. I think Mr Frog would make a very good husband indeed!"

Fuzzy couldn't wait to tell Bizzy. Bizzy was her best friend and they told one another everything. Bizzy would be just as surprised as Fuzzy, to learn that Milly liked Mr Frog.
Soon it was time for Fuzzy to go home. She thanked Milly very much for the tea and gingerbread, and gave her a hug as she left.

Fuzzy couldn't run quickly enough to Honeycombe Hill! She wanted to tell Bizzy all about her visit to Milly's house.
Maybe they could set up a meeting for Mr Frog and Milly to go on a date?!
"Oh a wedding would be lovely!" sighed Fuzzy, as she hugged herself tightly, and as she knocked on the door of Bizzy's pink house,she knew that Bizzy would love a wedding too!

to be cont..................

Mrs Bee sieved theflour into a big bowl. She then added some eggs, one at a time, and beat them into the mixture with a big wooden spoon.
Next she added some butter, then some sugar, and a dash of lemon juice.
She tasted the mixture in the bowl.
"Mmmmm" said Mrs Bee. The mixture was delicious if she said so herself!

Just then, Bizzy and Fuzzy called at the shop.
"Good morning Mrs Bee! What are you baking?" asked Bizzy.
"I'm baking the most special cake for the Cake Competiion!" Mrs Bee replied.
"Can I have the spoon to lick please?* said Fuzzy.
Mrs Bee smiled. Goodness me, if she let Fuzzy lick the spoon, soon everyone would be queing up for a taste of the cake mixture!
"Well, you can put a little on your finger. I dont want you being sick!" said Mrs Bee.
Fuzzy took some of the mixture and put it in her mouth.
"This is lovely!" she exclaimed.
"Now shoo! girls. I've got work to do!" Mrs Bee laughed.

Over the hedge, Henrietta Hen was mixing her flour and eggs. Henrietta was very competitive. She wanted her cake to be the best cake ever, and she wanted to win the competition more than anything else.
If Mrs Bee from Honeycombe Hill won again, Henrietta would be very upset!

Patricia Ladybug was entering the competition too. As was Milly the fieldmouse and Betty the cow.
Doreen the sheep was busy baking too. This was going to be fierce competiion!

Mrs Bee poured the mixture into two round tins. She then placed the tins in the oven and checked the time on the big clock which stood in the little hallway.
"Now then. I've got cream to mix, icing sugar to mix, marzipan flowers to make and a nice piece of ribbon to find." Mrs Bee muttered to herself.

Bizzy and Fuzzy were making daisy chains.
"Let's see who can make the longest chain" said Fuzzy.
Together they sat in the warm sunshine making daisy chains as long as your arms!
"Do you think Mrs Bee would like to use this for putting round her cake?" asked Fuzzy.
"Great idea!" replied Bizzy. "Let's go see if she thinks she could use them".
Fuzzy and Bizzy set off to Mrs Bee's shop. When they arrived Mrs Bee had her head in a cupboard mumbling and tutting to herself.
"Now where did I put those ribbons?" she asked.
"Mrs Bee" said Bizzy.
Mrs Bee almost jumped out of her skin!
"Oh Bizzy! You gave me such a fright! "
Bizzy giggled. "Sorry Mrs Bee. We didn't mean to startle you. We wondered if you would like to use these daisy chains to decorate your cake with?"
Mrs Bee clapped her hands with joy!
"Great idea! Oh goodness, my cake will look so lovely!"

The girls sat down to watch. Mrs Bee had already taken the cakes from the oven and had left them to cool on a wire rack,.
She picked up the bowl with the cream and began to spread it onto the two sponge cakes with a big flat knife.
Then she lifted one of the sponges and sat it on top if the other.
Next, she covered the top of the cake with lemon drizzle icing and ran a fork across it to make it look fancy.
"Oh it looks lovely Mrs Bee" said Bizzy.
Mrs Bee smiled and took the daisy chain. She tied it round the edge of the cake and then asked the girls to fetch her some more daisies.

When Fuzzy and Bizzy returned, Mrs Bee place some of the daisies on top of the cake. It looked absolutely wonderful!
"You've done a great job Mrs Bee" said Fuzzy.

They headed towards the swing park, where Uncle McBuzz had set up a long table with a snowy white table cloth on top.
Patricia Ladybug and Henrietta Hen were already there with their cakes.
Patricia had made a carrot cake and Henrietta had made a chocolate sponge.
The cakes all looked so scrumptious!
Soon, Milly the fieldmouse, Doreen the sheep and Betty the cow came along with their cakes.
The table looked splendid!

Mrs Bee's cake stood out. The daisies and the marzipan buds had made it look really sweet and summery.
Uncle McBuzz moved slowly along the line of cakes, tasting each one as he went.
"Mmm. Delicious! Mmmm. Lovely!" he mumbled as he went along.
This had to be the best job ever! Tasting cakes!

Uncle McBuzz sat on a chair and rubbed his chin. All of the cakes were lovely to look at, although Mrs Bee's looked the prettiest.
All of the cakes had tasted great, but Mrs Bee's sponge was lighter and fluffier than anyone else's.
Uncle McBuzz stood up.
"I hereby declare the Lemon Drizzle cake by Mrs Bee, the winner!"
Everyone clapped and Mrs Bee covered her face with her hands.
She couldn't believe it! Three years in a row she'd won the cake competition!

Henrietta Hen sniffed and shook Mrs Bee's hand "Well done Mrs Bee" she said.
One by one, everyone congratulated Mrs Bee.
Uncle McBuzz took her photograph for the news page of the Honeycombe Hill Gazette and then presented her with the shiney silver trophy.

"Oh this is the part that I like best" whispered Zubby, and Fuzzy giggled.
Uncle McBuzz then cut all of the cakes into slices and laid them on fancy plates.
Everyone got to taste a little of all the different cakes, washed down with some of Milly's homemade orangeade.

"Mmmm. I love cake competition day!" said Zubby and everyone laughed till their sides ached.

THE END

"Hello Bizzy!" called Mrs Bee.
Mrs Bee had told everyone to meet at her shop and then they would all set off to join the Ladybugs and enjoy the summer sun.
"Hello Mrs Bee! Is everyone here?" asked Bizzy.
"Just waiting for Zubby" Mrs Bee smiled,. Zubby was always late!

Soon everyone was ready to go and off they set towards the woods.
Bizzy had picked some daisies to give to the Ladybugs and Mrs Bee had brought some of her home made lemonade.
As the Beezles entered the woods, all that could be heard was the chattering of the Ladybugs. It was always so noisy at Ladybug Lane!

Everyone chatted and hugged, and then they all sat down to the most amazing feast ever! The Ladybugs knew how to do a picnic, it was truly scrumptious! Patricia Ladybug began to tell a story of a time long ago when Ladybug Lane had been full of little houses and lots of Ladybug families. Patricia was very sad that so many of the Ladybugs had gone, and now there was only six left. Patricia said that maybe some day her relatives would come back and they could build another community, but till then she was happy to invite the Beezles to join them now and then.

Mrs Bee nodded. "I remember when the Lane had at least twenty houses and many many Ladybugs".
Geraldine began to cry.
"Whatever is the matter Geraldine?" asked Patricia.
"I'm sad that there are only six of us left" said Geraldine.
"Oh dear! I didn't mean to upset you Geraldine" said Patricia as she cuddled Geraldine.
"We've got all our friends here on Honeycombe Hill and you know that they can visit whenever they please"
Bizzy told Geraldine that she and the other Ladybugs should come into the garden more often.
"We've got a new swing park and  everything!" said Bizzy.
The Beezles all agreed that the Ladybugs should visit at least once a week and then they could all play together.

Mrs Bee and Patricia smiled at one another. Thank goodness for that!

Soon it was time for the Beezles to go home to Honeycombe Hill.
They thanked the Ladybugs for a lovely picnic and then waved goodbye.

"Remember to come to Honeycombe Hill next week!" called Zubby.
"We will!" cried the Ladybugs, and Geraldine skipped all the way back to their little house.
Geraldine was now a happy little Ladybug!

THE END

Mrs Bee dried her hands on her crisp white apron and opened the door of the shop.
"Bizzy! can you come here please?" Mrs Bee called.

Bizzy ran to Mrs Bee.
"We are having so much fun Mrs Bee! Thanks again for organising the play park! What's wrong?"
Mrs Bee patted at her apron. "Well, I can't see Zubby anywhere at all and I wondered if you knew where he was?"
Bizzy looked round at the play park. Sure enough, she hadn't noticed till now, but Zubby was not with the rest of her friends.
"Strange" said Bizzy. "Shall I go and check his house?"
Mrs Bee nodded. "That would be great Bizzy. I'm a little worried. It's not like Zubby to be indoors on a day like this"

Bizzy ran quickly to Zubby's little purple house. She knocked on the door and waited. She knocked again and still Zubby did not open the door.
Bizzy peered in the window. There was no sign of Zubby at all. She called his name. "Zubby! Zubby! open the door" and still no-one came.
Bizzy was wondering what to do next, when suddenly she heard a faint little groan coming from Zubby's house.
She tried the handle of the door and it opened. Bizzy went inside and opened the door to Zubby's bedroom.
There he was. Under the duvet and moaning and groaning.
"Zubby! what's wrong?" asked Bizzy.
"I ate too much honey I think and my tummy hurts. Ooh!"
Bizzy did not know what to do.
"You stay right here Zubby and I will fetch Mrs Bee. She'll know how to help you!"
Bizzy ran as quickly as she could to tell Mrs Bee about Zubby's sore tummy.
Mrs Bee didn't look surprised at all. "I knew he had done something silly like this!" she exclaimed when Bizzy told her the news.
"He had 5 jars of honey in his shopping basket yesterday. I'll give him some of my special medicine and see if that helps"

Mrs Bee put on her coat and placed a bottle of her special medicine into her little wicker basket. Off she went to Zubby's house with all of the Beezles hurrying behind her.

Mrs Bee pushed open the door of Zubby's house, and went into the bedroom. Zubby was curled in a ball groaning very loudly indeed!
"Now now Zubby" said Mrs Bee. "You will have to sit up and take some of this medicine. Come on now, it will help you to get better"

Everyone stood in the room and watched as Zubby struggled to sit up, and Mrs Bee poured some of the medicine onto a silver spoon and then into Zubby's mouth.
"Yeuch!" squealed Zubby "it tastes horrid!"
Mrs Bee tucked him into bed, and turned to the other Beezles.

"I hope everyone here has learnt from Zubby's mistake. Too many snacks can make you sick" and she turned and went back to the shop.

Bizzy,Buzzy, Fuzzy and Bazzil all told Zubby that they hoped he felt better soon. They told him that as soon as he felt better they would all be waiting for him at the play park.

Zubby gave a weak smile. "I can feel the medicine working already"

Bizzy smiled and closed the door gently. What a silly Beezle! Imagine eating all that honey in one day!

Have you ever eaten too much at one time?
I hope not!

THE END