As I write fairy tales with honey

Hello!
I should have drunk to tea with fragrant and tasty a medical lump today as suddenly I gave rise the new fairy tale. So, honey is useful also that it inspires.

Honey drop
Trosh's bear cub very much loved sweet. Could not live day, without having tasted some fragrant raspberry, sugar backs of plants, ripe nuts, and, of course, honey.

- Eh, where to me today a tag to get? – the bear cub somehow in the morning reflected. – In a lime grove was, in birch that behind the buckwheat field, - too. Even for a distant meadow went! And what bees so far live? No, that to lodge in a hollow of an old oak, near!
- What inventor! – the voice of a squirrel of Rezvushki was heard from a top. – Bees are insects clever: to you will not get into paws! You as do: you will get to them into a hollow, you will stir everything, eat honey and you will leave, happy. And to them what? In the house everything is turned, tags was gone … I would not be glad to such "guest" too and precisely with him in the neighbourhood did not begin to lodge!
- Unless I am guilty what without honey I cannot live? – it is guilty Trosha sighed. – It even dreams at the nights me. Zhyoltenky, transparent fragrant, directly asks for a mouth …
- Ha-ha-ha, after such images you, probably, and pillow did not have: it seems, in a dream ate! – swept with protein laughter.

The bear cub took offense, inflated cheeks and went, up hill and down dale, if only from the mocker far away. There was he, went and did not notice how he came across in the field of ivan-tea.

- Somewhere nearby there have to be bees, - the bear cub told. – They love nectar from these flowers to collect. And what tags notable it turns out! – with these words of Trosh directed further, there, where trunks of trees darkened.
Having entered a small grove, Trosha sniffed and stood with nervousness: clearly smelled of honey. It hurried on a smell and suddenly heard someone's thin crying.
- Zhzhzh to do, zhzhzh to do? – someone was distressed under a hazel grove bush. – Razzzarili, razzzboynik, razzzbazzzarit!
The bear cub looked under a bush and was stupefied: there the big bee of golden color sat and bitterly cried.

- Hey, you what? – the bear cub asked.
- Zhzhzhachem pozhzhzhalovat? On a chuzhzhzhy trouble to be glad? – the bee sobbed. – Izzzydi!
- Perhaps I want to help! – Trosha frowned. – And you drive me! Unless it is better for one to sit and to cry? Give, tell what happened?
The bee was silent. Then the bear cub sat down under a bush, settled more conveniently and loudly muttered:
- You will not tell yet, I will not move a little, here and I will spend the night …

After a while, carried out in silence, the bee told to Troshe the sad story. It turned out that seven bees were comprehended by big misfortune: at first to them couple of bears got and ate almost all honey, then there passed some pestilence from which the great number of insects died, and quite recently in the forest the awful storm which ruined both a tree, and the honey remains, and bees burst.
- Only I Ozzztatsya – Zzzolotaya a bee, the queen of bees and a last straw of honey, - the bee bitterly sighed. – But a razzzva I can izzzpravit one something?
- And what it is necessary to make that bees returned to you? – the bear cub asked. – For certain, not all died. Time is you, so around you the new family can arise?
- Mozhzhzhet, - the Gold bee answered. – Only there is no gnezzzd suitable – there is no place to vozzzvrashchatsya by it!
Trosha long sat and scratched in a nape: he felt sorry for a bee.
- Thought up! – the bear cub exclaimed! – I will carry you to our forest, in a hollow of an old oak. There the suitable place for you, bees!
- Vozzzmi this! – the bee told and pads raised a round leaf under which in a cup of a flower the big honey drop was based. – Bezzz it will return nobody!

Trosha understood: a drop of honey and the Gold bee it is necessary to deliver urgently in a hollow. Then there other bees will fly, and life of family will get better. It carefully took a flower and the Gold bee in paws and went back, towards the house.
Expensive bear cub eyes glued could not have on a honey drop: saturated-yellow color, transparent, exhaling honey aroma, it attracted to itself. Even it seemed to a bear cub that a drop it is slightly heard whispers to him in a bee way: "Lizzzni, lizzzn!". Several times he brought a paw with a flower to the mouth, but at the last minute managed to remember about a grief of the Gold bee and her gone family. He darted a glance at the queen of bees, but she exhausted dozed.

Soon at a bear cub for hunger zaburchat in a stomach, the smell of honey became more noticeable a hundred times, but Trosha continued a way. Now he tried to hold a paw with a honey drop so that it did not catch sight to him.
- Here we will reach the house, I klubenk sweet will dig out, - quietly himself was convinced by Trosha. – I will have dinner wonderfully well! Here and honey – all a drop! Unless you will gorge on? One overindulgence!

- What do you in paws bear it? – was distributed from above. – New got a pillow instead of that what in a dream, instead of honey pinched? – Rezvushka was not appeased.
- To you all to mock while others are engaged in serious business, - the bear cub muttered and went straight to an old oak. – Wake up, - he tenderly said, addressing the Gold bee, - here we and at home!

In a month in a hollow the huge bee family crowded, and in a month of a bee treated milestones of the animals living in the forest, tasty and fragrant a medical lump. Troshe, of course, got some honey most.
- Zzza rescue! – he is grateful bees spoke and bowed to a bear cub. – We never zzzabudy that everything began with one honey drop!

How to you my honey fairy tale?