We all know the plight of the humble Bumble Bee as
its numbers continue to drop across the Country due to changing climate and environmental
pressures, and this is the background to the rather strange tale of Dr Bumble
Beaman and Mr Hive. You see Dr Beaman was a keen bee keeper and decided that he
would do experiments to develop a new super nectar so that his honey bees would
be strong and flourish. He was an odd character and liked nothing more than to
dress up as a bee and would often be (no pun intended) seen out among his hives
talking to his honey bees. Dr Bumble Beaman was a quiet reclusive man and
locked himself away for hours on end in his laboratory (the shed at the end of
the garden) where we would mix and stir various flowers and sugars and ferment
strange substances in order to produce his new super-food for bees.
Well time passed and folk sort of forgot about Dr
Bumble Beaman’s experiments until one night when the full moon was at its height
a group of local villagers saw a terrible apparition. It was a huge Vampire
Bumble Bee that was running up and down the street buzzing loudly and biting
the heads of flowers in the villager’s front gardens. Well at another time of
year that might have been overlooked, but it was only a few days until the
Britain in Bloom competition, and the Small village of Upper Dilly-Pickford
(where they all lived) had won the best village prize for the last four years.
And if it won this year it would receive a large silver cup and appear on
Gardeners World and that nice Mr Monty Don would visit to present the cup.
Well the very next morning the village Britain in Bloom
committee met and thought they must do something in case the terrible monster
bee returned. It was at this point that they all thought of Dr Bumble Beaman,
after all if anyone knew what to do it would be him. So the mayor and the chairman
of the village Britain in Bloom committee went to see him, but when they
arrived at the house a dishevelled and sick looking Dr Beaman open the door
refusing to let them in. He did however say he would look into it and
investigate, although he kept twitching and making slight buzzing sounds which
the mayor and
the chairman of the village Britain in Bloom committee put down to a bit too
much gin.
That night yet again the terrible huge Vampire Frankenstein
Monster bee was seen attacking the roses of Mrs White at No 22 and then eating water lilies
in the village pond before pushing Mr Brown’s prized pumpkin into the old horse
trough. Enough is enough thought the village, and the next evening they lay in
wait near the villages centre piece, a seagull and a goat made out of geraniums
and sweet peas next to the village car park where it cleverly hid the recycling
bins from view. Then just before midnight running up the road buzzing came the
sight and sound of the terrible monster bee. As it got close, the villagers
leap out and chased it with pitch folks and extra strong fly spray. Panicked
the huge mutant vampire Bumble Bee ran back to Dr Bumble Beaman’s shed and locked
itself in.
A terrible unspeakable thing happened that night
and neither Dr Bumble Beaman nor Mr Hive (the Monster Bee) were ever seen
again, and the village of Upper Dilly-Pickford received its big silver cup from
Monty Don. Sadly though just a few years later all the bees died out or
vanished and there were never any flowers in Upper Dilly-Pickford after that and it never
won the Britain in Bloom competition ever again and there was a strange lingering
feeling of guilt among the villagers that eventually drove several of them mad.
The large silver cup they won hidden away in a locked cupboard in the village
hall.
What was this terrible unspeakable thing that happened, which is both terrible and unspeaka...oh...
ReplyDeleteA clever twist on the ole Jekyll and Hyde/Frankenstein creation Mr Z.
I think the unspeakable thing that happened will forever be unspeakable and untypeable (damn that confused the spell checker) which is clearly a sign.
DeleteJekyll and Hyde . . . DAMN (again) I knew that story sounded familiar. . . HHAHah ahahah ahah ahahah aha ha ha ha ha ha ha . . . .
To tell the truth as I was writing it Wallace and Grommet started to come into my thoughts somewhat, but that was not the plan when I started.