Welcome Dear Readers! In, this, The Golden Age of Blogging, another day means another story. And so, let us now turn our attention to this weird and wonderful picture of a giant bee provided as a story prompt for the weekly Friday Fictioneers 100-word story writing challenge.
If you look closely behind the bee’s left foot, you can barely make out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our Friday Fictioneers’ hostess, sewing us some Official Friday Fictioneer Uniforms! She’s still having a little trouble with those French cuffs. But she’s doing her best so please everyone stop nagging her!
Until then, Rochelle says we should write a 100-word story about the giant bee picture provided courtesy of Jennifer Pendagast at Elmowrites.
The Trouble with Little Poindexter
I’m worried about our little Poindexter, Arthur.
You worry too much, Martha.
But Poindexter’s so different from other children, Arthur.
Different how?
He’s big for his age, and he only eats pollen. And then there’s his–
His what?
Well none of the other children have antennas, Arthur!
Are you saying he’s a freak?
No, no of course not! It’s just that . . .
That what?
Well today he stung one of his classmates and had to stay after class.
Did you have a talk with him?
I tried to.
And?
He told me to buzz off.
And there you have it, Dear Readers. I’m happy to say this story passed the finish line at exactly 100 words.
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
Sounds like Mom is just going to have to wing it with little Poindexter.
I hope that thought doesn’t give her hives…
He sure does sound like the type of kid to put a bee in her bonnet.
There you go with the buzzwords again…
No, just bumbling around with words.
Your dialog is like honey to my ears.
Makes me want to run my hair under a comb.,,
You’ve bee lined straight to the heart of corniness.
Home at last…
Home to your honey?
This round is yours.
But I’ll be back, so wasp out!
Unbeelievable.
Bulls eye!
Ahahah! 😀
You guys need to start a Vaudeville act and post it on youtube. I could see it going viral
ahaha! No but it gives ME hives! 😀
Which is worse–being born a bee or being stuck with “Poindexter”? The poor kid doesn’t have a chance. Fun story, Linda.
Haha! That is an excellent point VB! 😀
But did the kid who got stung DIE….? Where is the carnage, Miss Linda!? Very cute, notwithstanding the lack of mortality.
To bee or not to bee, that is the question. I’m sure the full-length version of this has more dead bodies than “Hamlet.”
“Beelet” To have and to hum, to buzz to the brightest heaven of invention. A beedom for a stage, princes to sting . . ,
Poetic and heart wrenching. I will be at opening night.
Hey Donald I actually like Beelet better than the original so far! HA! 😀
You have a wonderful and fun sight! And it’s nice to see that you have such a devoted readership.
Oh how kind you are. Thank you Donald. I must say I meet the nicest and funniest people around here! 😀
I think I hear the bees giving you and stand ovation, Donald!
LOL! Of course he died. He’ll show up next week on Trifecta all grown up but unfortunately dead seconds later from a lethal mix of rat poison and wasp venom. My only two ways I know how to murder.
Haha! Well we can only hope and pray that he got an infection in the wound and ended up in ICU and it’s totally touch and go and he may indeed die in about an hour (Just when his glasses are ready too, DARN!)
Denial ain’t just a river in Africa. Poindexter has issues. He just can’t beehave himself.
Haha! I would love to write a witty pun response to your comment, Donald. but I lent all my play-on words to El Guapo and Undercover! Sigh . . .
Is it beehavioral or genetic???
Tis unbeeknownst to me!
Haha!! Probably a little of both!
I love it Linda. Lovely use of dialogue. You can’t beat an old but trusted cliche to end a story.
Thanks summers! It is such a cliché but in this case I’ll let it bee. (Okay I should have quite while I was ahead!)
You really can’t. Thanks you Summers! 😀
I love you too, Linda. This reminds me of a children’s book. Very funny!
Oh my gosh! I need to buzz over to your story! This is really right you alley this week, isn’t it? HA!
Oh thank you! 😀
Buzz off, Vernon. Excellent.
Color me buzzed! 😀
So glad you liked it Borgia! 😀
Loved this little ditty!
Ah thanks so much Benze! 😀
Oh dear! This reminds me of old cautionary tales from AA Milne and the like. James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree
Really? What a lovely compliment! Thank you Elmowrite! 😀
those words must have stung
Haha! I’ had to put baking soda on my fingers after I typed them!
dumb buzzers
And buzzards are the brightest either.
or buzzers..
Or Buzz Aldrin for that matter — even if he did go to the moon.
he’s probably still on the moon. 😉
LOL!! Yet another secret the government is keeping from us! HA! 😀
go figure!
That made me LOL.
Oh Dawn. LOL is music to my eyes! 😀
What’s the buzz about buzzing off? Buzzy Goldfarb didn’t mind being told to “Buzz off, Buzzy!” And little Buzzy Wuzzy wuz a bear and you know the rest of that one… great story. Randy
Oh you are a rebel, Randy! Changing Fuzzy to Buzzy to fit your comment. Maybe I please see your poetic license?
And I love you too. But your kid’s antennae is in my damn eye!
Sorry, I don’t know what I’m going to do with little Pierpont. But that happens a lot. Be sure to pick out a glass eye from the glass eye bowl, before you leave, Perry.
Very funny, and the comments equally so. I’ll just say I liked it – it’s too early for me to be smart. 🙂
Haha!~ So glad you liked it Sandra! 😀
Loved this! Hysterical, as always.
Still laughing. Wonderful 🙂
Oh thank you so much Yarnspinnerr! 😀
absolutely hilarious. 🙂 and forget the antenna, they named him Poindexter! haha ^^ ^^
Poor kid’s bound to have problems! 😀
Haha! That last line is a real stinger. I think I have a buzz now after laughing so hard. What a fun ride. Great job!
Ah! Thanks EagleAye! 😀
Buzz off mom is certainly tamer than a great number of any of the real conversations children have with their parents these days. Mom will figure out how to deal with him. We all have to sooner or later.
You’re right, buzz off is pretty tame compared to what they could be saying in real life . . .And the parents too for that matter!
Funny Story Linda, I always enjoy your take on these prompts.
Oh thank you, Lewis! 😀
Mom, your the bees’ knees.
I’m a lot of other things too. And someday honey (if you ever grow taller)you’ll find out that I’m also the Bees Elbows, Bees Chin and the Bees skull cap! 😀
When you mentioned antennas, I thought of “My Favorite Martian.” Not that it had anything to do with bees–or maybe it does? Anyway, I’m just glad he didn’t land in my soup.
Hahaha! I loved My Favoirte Martian too. It seemed so exciting and revolutionary when it first came on. And I always loved Bill Bixley too! 😀
The story was great, the closing line excellent!
Thank you Denmother!
Poor mother! She has to deal with a bee kid and a clueless hubby. Sigh. I enjoyed the comments almost as much as the story! 😉
Thanks Jackie! El Guapo and Undercover — together they really burn up the comment boxes, don’t they? They’re smokin’! (Not to be confused with smoking — as this is a no smoking comment section :D)
Poindexter is just a perfectly hilarious name, so it was bound to be funny right from the start.
Oh thank you Helena! 😀
Loved. It! Loved it! Hehehehe =)
So glad you loved it, Troy! Yay!
Loved the punchline! Brilliant story!
Thank you so much Dreamer or Dreams!
Dear Linda,
Perhaps the kid should be renamed Pundexter. Stingingly punny stuff.
shalom,
Rochelle
Ahahahhahaha! Yes. Pundexter it is! 😀
Dear Linda,
I was humming along toward the end of your story, wondering where you were leading us…and then I hit the punchline and laughed out loud. Best compliment I can give you. still smiling here. Thanks.
Aloha,
Doug
Thank you Doug. That is truly the best compliment of all! 😀
Hahahahaha! Knocked it out of the park, Linda!
Ah!! Thanks Wm! 😀
Hi Linda,
I think Arthur should definitely do a paternity test. There may have been a strange bee buzzing around his honey. As for Poindexter, I’m reminded of an old Woody Allen joke. A man took his brother to the shrink because his brother thought he was a chicken. How long has this been going on asked the psychiatrist. Years, said the brother. Why didn’t you bring him sooner? I would have, but we really needed the eggs. Thanks for the fun. Ron
Ahahahaha! Love it Bridges!! Thanks for the laugh! 😀
Time for a parent-teacher conference.
Oh definitely, Patti. Something needs to be done! 😀
Great story made me laugh, but the your stories usually do.Found the comments very entertaining too.
But Poindexter????…sounds like a refugee from a 50’s soap…
🙂
hahaha! I wondered where I got that name. I had a feeling it had been floating around my head a five decades! I guess it’s high time I used it! 😀
The slugger’s got attitude!
Haha! That he does Nandini!! 😀
This story was warm and fuzzy in more ways than one.
Since it already has a Bee, I’ll hafta give it an A… : P
Haha! Thank you so very much! And I’m not allergic to A’s so I’ll gladly take it, Mark! 😀