The Bear Cub's Honey

A bear cub left his den early one morning with his stomach rumbling. He walked through the forest, both paws gripping his empty stomach as he searched for his breakfast. Finally he came upon a buzzing beehive perched on a branch not very high off the ground above him. He could see the hive was teeming with hard working bees flying in and out and, at this point, he had no doubt it was filled with delicious, golden honey. The cub began climbing up the trunk of the tree, digging his claws into the old bark and pulling him upwards.

After climbing for what seemed like awhile he looked down, this is when he realized the branch was a lot higher than he previously had thought. Only now did he realize that it was much higher than he had ever climbed and he was only halfway up. His gut let out a sharp growl to remind him to stay focused and he continued his ascent.

He finally reached the branch and slowly started to make his way out onto the flimsy branch. The branch bent under his weight more and more as he crawled out towards the hive so he slowed his pace to prevent the branch from snapping. Ever so carefully he crept out to the hive.

After what seemed like hours of inching his way closer he finally found himself next to the buzzing hive. This is when the cub noticed the hive was not a beehive at all, but a wasp’s nest. And since everyone knows wasps don’t make anything useful the bear cub hung his head and made his way back down in disappointment, his tummy angrily grumbling in frustration.