Brave girls don’t cry
n the weeks that followed, the beehives weren’t on Lucs mind often. There was a lot of work to do and the new pleasures of being a teen kept him busy as well.
He had never thought that girls could actually be pretty interesting. But now he found himself being quite attracted to one girl in particular.

rees whispered to each other and the wind sung to the swallows, who flew and ducked high in the air. In the wayside there were many joyous flowers to be found; Poppy and Chicory and Ribwort Plantain. The meadows were covered with dandelions, and their little brothers and sisters, Cat’s Ear and Jack-go-to-bed-at-noon, were sprinkled over the land like raindrops. Busy bees buzzed around, trying to collect as much nectar from all these flowers as they possibly could.
