Anyway, when everyone left Uckfield Station, I counted them out, and today I counted them back… and there was one left over – Polly and Billi were accompanied by a supernumary bee!
Wilson regarded the interloper and, not being one to beat about the bush, demanded, 'What's that on it's face?'
Polly answered, saying sternly, 'It's not an "it", it's a "She"! Oh, I mean she's a "She"! Anyway, although she's clearly not the Turkish Bee, we all agreed it might be best if she wore a little gas mask until her Quarantine Period is over.'
'That's right,' replied the new bee, her voice muffled through the respirator but with a clearly recognisable Bristol accent, 'Just to err on the side of caution. Please don't worry, it's not terribly uncomfortable…'
Wilson addressed her, in a loud, slow voice: 'Hello. Little. Bee – Do. You. Speak. English? Have. You. Got. A. Name?'
The new bee nodded and shook her head in answer to the questions.
'In that case,' W declared, 'I shall call you "Newbie", for you are a New Bee!'
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