Swilly, Snoozel’s nephew, was driving out of his holler last Sunday when he ran out of gas. Not wanting to get his Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes soiled, he sat there stranded for what seemed an eternity. He watched as a flock of wild turkeys scratched in a thicket looking for insects to feast upon. He counted three does and their fawns as they left a tree line and proceeded down to a creek for a drink.
As he started to doze off in the warming sun, a bee flew in through his open window. As he raised his hand to swat the bee, the bee said, “What seems to be the problem?” Looking around to make sure no one else was around playing a joke on him, Swilly answered, “I’m out of gas.”
“Out of gas,” the bee said, “no problem.” As the bee took flight, the bee continued, “Wait right here, I’ll be back.”
Pinching himself to make sure he was awake, Swilly mumbled, “Yea,sure, I’ve heard that before.”
Minutes later, Swilly watched as an entire swarm of bees flew toward his car. Not wanting to chance a bee attack, Swilly wound up his window. The bees flew past the window and entered his gas tank in a close formation.
A few minutes later, the swarm of bees flew out of the gas tank and the same bee Swilly had talked to earlier flew up to the closed window. He tapped on it with his little stinger to get Swilly’s attention.
As Swilly carefully opened the window a crack, he heard the bee say, “Try it now.”
Swilly turned the ignition key. To his great surprise, the car started right up. “Wow!” exclaimed Swilly. “What did you put in my gas tank?”
The bee answered,”Bee Pee.”
(Think about it)
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