The Chocolate Bees Last Wish



There once was an old book illustrator who lived in a moss-covered cottage on the east coast of Ireland. One warm June morning, he awoke to find a brown paper parcel outside the front door. He picked it up and held it to his ear. It was buzzing, as if it contained a dozen mobile phones all ringing at once. Carefully he unwrapped the parcel, lifted the lid of a decorative gift box and discovered it wasn’t phones, it was bees: several neat rows of curiously round, wingless bees. They smelled lovely, delicious even.



He examined the box more closely. There was a card inside. It read, ’Happy Birthday! Enjoy the chocolate! Your friends at Little Brown’.

Of course – they were chocolate bees! It was a gift from his publishers. The artist was very late delivering his new book. They knew he had a particular weakness for chocolate and they hoped the chocolate bees might inspire him to get his brushes moving faster.

Ah well, he thought to himself, it was unlikely to get him out of his slump, but why not try one? Chocolate was the answer to so many questions after all. It was as he reached for one of the bees that he noticed one of them was missing.

“Conas atá tú?”

The artist jumped. One of the chocolate bees was on his nose, talking to him in Irish!


“Tá mé go maith,” replied the startled artist. “I’m fine, thank you, and you?”

“Well, we’d like to ask you a favour,” said the bee… (cont.)

You can read the full story here at our other blog – The Belugas are Watching.

See also this previous tale of chocolate animals…