

Lily and Ben were playing in the garden. They saw a small hive on a tree. They wanted to examine it.
"Look, bees!" Lily said. "They make honey. Yum!"
"Can we go closer?" Ben asked. "I want to see them."
Lily nodded. They walked slowly to the tree. They were careful not to make noise.
They saw many bees flying in and out of the hive. They heard a buzzing sound. They saw some honey dripping from the hive.
"Wow, so cool!" Ben said. "Can we touch it?"
Lily shook her head. "No, no, no. Bees can sting. It hurts. We have to be nice to them."
Ben frowned. He wanted to touch the honey. He reached out his hand.
"Ben, no!" Lily shouted. "Stop!"
But it was too late. A bee saw Ben's hand and flew to him. It stung him on his finger.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Ben cried. He pulled his hand back. He saw a red bump on his finger. He felt pain.
Lily ran to him. She hugged him. She said sorry.
"I'm sorry, Ben. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
Ben sobbed. He showed her his finger.
"It hurts, Lily. It hurts."
Lily felt sad. She said sorry again.
"I'm sorry, Ben. I'm sorry. Let's go to mom. She can help you."
They ran to the house. They found mom. They told her what happened.
Mom looked at Ben's finger. She said it was not bad. She put some ice on it. She gave him a kiss. She said it would be better soon.
Ben felt better. He smiled. He thanked mom.
He looked at Lily. He said sorry.
"I'm sorry, Lily. I'm sorry. I was silly. I should have listened to you."
Lily smiled. She hugged him. She said it was okay.
"It's okay, Ben. It's okay. You are not silly. You are curious. But you have to be careful. Bees are good, but they can sting."
Ben nodded. He said he understood.
They said they loved each other. They said they loved mom. They said they loved bees.
They went back to the garden. They played with other things. They did not touch the hive. They were happy.
