Summer Vacation! The bear cubs swarmed out of the little red schoolhouse like bees in search of honey.
…they cut through Mr. McGruder’s place. Mr. McGruder was a gruff old bear. The cubs called him “Old Grizzle Face” because he snarled like a mean old grizzly bear when he got mad.
Then it happened. Thunk! Dusty ran head first into a huge beehive that dangled from a tree branch…
We had an interesting coincidence while researching this scene. Just about the time I started gathering reference pictures of beehives, a nice swarm of bees began building a hive on a tree branch beside our driveway. We watched their progress for a few days and then began planning to move them to a box on the back edge of our property. Then, without warning, they abandoned the half-built hive and flew away. We surmised that too many ants were invading their hive.