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Updated: June 15, 2025
I didn't have to WORK, to think of it," Buster explained. And he wondered why everybody laughed. You know, Buster Bumblebee was so lazy that he never would lift a finger to do a stroke of work. And now the word "work" had a very funny sound, coming from his mouth. "How could we get the Firefly family to help us? Have you thought of a way to do that?" Buster's mother said to her son.
"You slip his blindfold off when I dismount," she said, and she trotted back to the south end of the enclosure. Here she dismounted, slipped the reins over Buster's head and turned to face the bull. Peter jerked the blindfold from the bull's eyes. The great creature lifted his head and Peter backed away. Judith spread her arms wide and whistled.
And one by one they picked themselves up and scurried into their house. They never knew exactly what had happened. But the workers agreed upon one point. They decided that somehow the whole trouble had been Buster's fault though they couldn't explain in just what way. Anyhow, after that the workers looked on Buster with more disfavor than ever.
"What's he doing?" asked Little Joe Otter, as Buster Bear sat for the longest time without moving. Just then one of Buster's big paws went into the water as quick as a flash and scooped out a trout that had ventured too near. "He's fishing!" exclaimed Billy Mink. And that is just what Buster Bear was doing, and it was very plain to see that he was having great fun.
There was only one thing about the whole affair that annoyed Buster: when people asked him when his new house would be finished he was unable to tell them. "Well, when is the Carpenter going to start building it?" they would ask. And he could only reply that as soon as the Carpenter completed the addition to his own house he had promised to begin to build Buster's.
"The bee's inside the fiddle.... I don't believe the fiddler knows it!" he chuckled. And then another idea came into Buster's head. He wondered if that bee was not the raising bee, which he had gone to so much trouble to see and which he had almost given up finding.
And at that the eager youngster pounced quickly on Buster, picked him up gingerly, and popped him quickly into a prison exactly like the one that held the Carpenter. "He didn't sting me!" cried Buster's captor proudly, while Johnnie Green stared at him in astonishment and it must be confessed with some disappointment, too.
You will find that Betsy is a great girl for giving parties and perhaps she will give you a few valuable ideas that will be useful sometime when you have a party of your own. Buster's intentions are all very good, but he is so awkward and stupid that he constantly stumbles into trouble, thereby causing his acquaintances much unnecessary discomfiture and himself no end of embarrassment.
Icy horror, groping and ghastly, flooded his veins as he saw that he was powerless to aid her. Yet his mind worked clear and sure, fast as lightning itself. Even yet it was safer for her to turn back than attempt to make the crossing. He knew that Buster's strength was not that of Mulvaney, and he couldn't live in the deepest, swiftest part of the river that lay before her. "Turn back," he said.
When he was stung by the worker he had seized, Buster's twin had dropped the honey box. And it had fallen squarely upon a rock and broken. If Buster had not been in such haste to escape he would have heard still another shout. For the news spread like wildfire among the workers the news that an army of boys had attacked them.
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