Here is a little bit of the story and a picture of Bartholomew ……
“Hello! . . . . . Pleased to meet you Harry!” The bee flicked his head back to stop his spectacles slipping off his face.
“My name is Bartholomew Bumble. I am in charge of this factory. It is my responsibility to make sure we use the finest honey to make the finest products”
Harry glanced around at all the machines. Every bee was busy bee, and there was so much to see. “Could I have a closer look, please?”
Bartholomew chuckled and threw his arms back in a friendly excited manner “I thought you would never ask! . . . . Follow me”
Bernard winked at Harry as he followed the boss of the bees. “Enjoy the tour and don’t forget to ask for a taste!”
“I will. Thank you Bernard.” Harry picked up the pace to catch up with the babbling Bartholomew Bumble. He was already in his talkative stride.
“This is our finest factory in the whole wide bee world . . . Watch out for moving parts and sticky floors . . . and keep those fingers out of the pots . . . very dangerous and very sticky stuff”
Harry followed Bartholomew to the start of the big wooden production line. He grinned with contentment as he listened to the deep warm theatrical voice tell him all about honey.
Bartholomew took him to the edge of the factory. There was a big open window in the roof of the factory.
Harry could see the bright blue skies and fluffy clouds. Bees were flying through the window and dropping little golden balls into a giant wooden tub.
“What are those bees dropping?” asked Harry
“That is nectar. They collect it from flowers that are scattered all over the countryside . . . The brave Honey Hunters do a brave job of collecting this precious nectar.”
Harry thought for a few moments. “How long does it take for a bee to get that much nectar?”
“A Honey Hunter can be gone all day if they need to . . . They can visit anything from 50 to 500 flowers in one nectar seeking journey”
“Wow! . . . That’s a busy bee!”
“We bees are the only insect that make food for humans. We work hard in the flowery fields to collect the finest nectar.