Little baby Buttercup had a run in with her first bee. It looked like such a pretty bug, all yellowy and striped. It made such a nice bzzzie sound and was right within her grasp. Of course with no harm intended, she reached out her hand to touch the pretty thing.
OUCH! What a terrible surprise! Baby Buttercup cried and cried and ran to her Mama explaining between teardrops, 'Mama, a BEE! A BEE!' And she showed Mama the little pokey thing in the palm of her hand.
Oh, poor baby Buttercup! Mama pulled out the stinger but more of the stinging juice just went into her little hand. 'Bad bug' she said. 'No no.' she shook her finger and then she looked at her swollen hand and cried some more.
