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    Winton Bees: Winton series, #1
    Winton Bees: Winton series, #1
    Winton Bees: Winton series, #1
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    Winton Bees: Winton series, #1

    By Bernard Harold Curgenven

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    Rigardo was an only child with an overactive mind. His long weekend finally arrived and he indulged in an adventure through the forest, in search of his favorite dish, honey! He didn't quite expect this much resistance from the guardians of the tree though, a whole swarm of them!

    The honey combs on his back began to melt under the immense heat of the afternoon sun. Each time he reached for the honeycombs in the hive, the melted honey from the pot would spill and begin to trickle down his back. This didn't stop Rigardo though! He was determined to go home with the prize.

    Winton was a mysterious action-figurine, who seemed to find Rigardo when he expected it least. Winton soon became part of Rigardo's imagination, mentoring him in mysterious ways, and taking his mind on an adventure beyond the dark doorway.

    This is a short, light-hearted, fantasy-adventure story for children and adults alike.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBernard Harold Curgenven
    Release dateFeb 11, 2021
    ISBN9781393751946
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      Winton Bees - Bernard Harold Curgenven

      Chapter 1

      Rigardo was of an average height for little boys his age. He wasn’t thin and he wasn’t too obese. He had an average muscular build like most boys his age, but his tummy was a little larger than most average-built boys and girls. The eight year old boy wasn’t inactive at all, so his large tummy wasn’t a result of laziness. Truth be told, Rigardo had a love for food, and one particular dish would be the death of him yet. Honey, honey and more honey! That’s right! He was particularly fond of this delicacy! In fact, he owned his own pots, which often ran on empty. Needless to say it was his duty to refill them, and he just happened to know where the largest cache could be found.

      It started many weeks before, when Rigardo’s curiosity led him through the forest, across the open grassland, to the seaside. A huge tree stood alone on the beach, overlooking the ocean. The ocean was a remarkable sight indeed, and it seemed to disappear in the distance, where it met the clear blue sky.

      Rigardo was leaning up against the large tree and enjoying its shade, when something suddenly hit the sand beside him with a thump. Much to his amazement it happened to be a comb of honey! He looked up, but at first sight there were only a few branches and leaves, and very high up in the tree. There was no sign of any more honeycombs. After walking around the large tree trunk, changing position to avoid the blinding sunlight, Rigardo could barely see a speck hanging from a branch above. It looked like a very small beehive. And sure enough a little bee escaped from the shattered honeycomb at Rigardo’s feet, concluding the obvious! There was a treasure hidden on this beach, but it was no ordinary treasure! This treasure wasn’t buried, making it rather unique. No! This treasure was hanging from a branch, far out of reach, and safe from raiders.

      Rigardo looked around, and was once again astonished to find what he needed. Only a few feet from the waterline lay a round object, and closer inspection revealed it to be a rather large clay pot. There was no doubt that this pot had washed up onto the beach and became stranded as the tide went out. This meant there was little chance of anyone being annoyed, should Rigardo borrow it for his own agenda.

      Rigardo rinsed the already clean clay jar, or pot as he called it, in the sea water. After quite some time, he managed to strap the pot to his waste belt, and he began to climb the tree, one hand at a time. He took great care not to lose his grip and fall. He had no intention of breaking an arm or a leg, or worse, breaking the clay pot. Up, up, and farther up the tree he climbed, until he looked down and froze. The ground looked so far away, and the tree trunk beneath him looked so thin. The tree began to sway in the wind, making him rather nervous. Still, he was determined to reach the honey, and so he pushed on.

      He finally reached the branch from which the beehive was dangling, and rested for a moment. He reached out very slowly towards the hive, watching the disturbed bees begin to leave the hive. They hovered above his hand, as if preparing for war. Rigardo didn’t want to be stung by the angry bees. It was a long way down! So he waited for the disturbed bees to return to their hive, before he reached a little further. He continued to reach slowly with short breaks in between, until he eventually reached the

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