The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-06-16

But there was another way so much finer.
 Just as the honeybee started, buzz ing low over the river, Tot Tim threw up his little head, and darted straight after her, coming down with both feet on the top of the bees back.
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 The bee did not know what had struck her.
 "Bu-2z-zz -zz-buzz-" she yelled help! I'm falling into the water and l shall be drowned. Oh please some good kind creature, will you not res cue me from my terrible p1ight?"
 But no one made a move in her direction.
 T wouldn't save you If you were the last creature on earthi9 consoled the mellowbug.
 You're so smart and everybody loves you so much. we'll just let you save yourself" answered the mos quito-hawk, and the big bullfrog in the pond crooked in his throat.
 T wouldn't even bite off a leaf and float it down to help you. The earth A.eN7 iCS AhNNAJ ollicA <AAtIG Ill IL now"
 Then Tot Tim slipped over to the little butterfly.
 Now Is your time" he prompted. Tt will never do for the bee to strike the water. Fly like every thing and catch her on your wings. Then, just as rapidly as you can, fol- low me-"
 No sooner said than done. The butterfly, gathering all her strength, darted like madcap over the stream, and "thump, thump," right down on her back landed the heavy honeybee.
 The blow would have knocked the butterfly into the wate~ if Tot Tim had not planted himself underneath her figure.
 Then exerting all hIs strength Tot Tim like little horse bore the two to the other side of the river.
 So Thankful
 The honeybee was quito fIabber- gasted. She began murmur.ng:
 "Oh beastiful butterfly, I cannot tell you how thankful 1 am to you cannot understand why you, of all creatures, should want to save my life"
 Tot Tim spoke up for the butter yfly. suddenly making himself visible and almost as big as a little spar row. The honeybee turned pale, be- cause Tot Tim was extremely stern.
 T did it myself. madam. he de- clared heatedly, just to show YOU that butterflies are not worthless after all. you miserable, conceited individual. How dare you come to this beautiful realm of Gods little creatures which He has made to live beside the streams and in tho woods. Insult them, and make them cry? What have you to say that l do not call a cordon of fairy guards and have you thrown into a dog-fennel prison forever? There are many sins but the sin of making others who are more helpless than yourself sad and crushed is the worst of all. If you give physical hurt, that matters very little, but to hurt the heart not even the great Goodwill forgive you that.''
 The honeybee hung her head.
 T do not know what tc say, ex- cebt to tell you that I am willing to make amends in anyway I can. What must I do--what can I dor
 Just these things" specified Tot Tim, you shall promise me that you will never be snobbish again. You must come back with me to the for- est and apologize to every one of the bugs ant creatures you have in- suited. You shall take this butterfly and me back to the hive with you, where you shall tell the queen how you would never have been left alive if it had not been for one of those miserable, flying creatures you sang about in your song
 Another Request
 "Tll do it." said the honeybee, "and please let me do something else be- sides I want to take this butter fly and show her the most beauti- ful garden, almost. anybody could ever find. It is owned by some little children, who, only yesterday. were telling their mother how sad 1t was that no butterflies came TO live in the garden. If the butterfly will go with me, she will really hear how mortals admire and wish to see but terflies-and how really they don't care. very much, whether we honey bees come or not. That should make her really know how unjust and how wicked my song was-for it really was"
 That will be fine" said Tot Tim, and when the butterfly eventually reached the garden, she told Tot Tim that she wanted to stay there forever. She could not resist it, after a curly haired little girl had jumped up and down and begged her:
 "Oh. wonderful butterfly promise never to leave our garden! Won't you stay with us for always? I'll come and play with you every day if you willl"
 Nowadays the honeybee has changed to be the kndest creature YOU could find in many miles. And only yesterday Tot Tim overheard her singing, very sincerely, this brand new song:
 How fine for all the world to have.
 Bugs. butterflies and posies, How sad if mortals merely had,
 Just bees for all the roses."