The Bees: A Short Story

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I sat on the left, back seat of our beige Toyota Sequoia driving home after we picked up our 3 year old, plump yellow lab from the breeders. Both of my parents were sitting in the front and I was stuck in the back with my older brother and younger sister. We put our loved Labrador pet, Kinley (name of our dog) in the very back of the truck meant for storage of groceries and luggage. The tan leather beneath me squeaked every time I tried to find a comfortable position to sit in. I did not really understand the birds and the bees at my current age of 9 years old; I just knew that two dogs would have to “bond” with each other for our dog to reproduce. “So when is Kinley going to have the puppies?” I asked eagerly to my dad. “For a dog, it can …show more content…

I was lost in my thoughts, imagining myself in our backyard playing with the puppies until each one was gone. Growing up, I have always enjoyed playing with cute little animals, whether it was kittens at a local friend’s house or baby hamsters at my cousin’s place. There is something about the lack of knowledge that new offspring’s have which make want to just watch them all the time because of how comical they can be sometimes. Now, that our dog has “bonded” with another one, in just a few week, little lab puppies will be scampering around our house I thought to myself as we pulled up to our house, which had been consumed by the hunger of the …show more content…

As he ran out of my room, I sat up in my bed trying to process what he was talking about. My sleepy brain took a few seconds to understand what was happening, I then finally realized what was going on; there were three almost four puppies. Adrenaline rushed through my body as I darted out of bed and put on the first shirt I could find in my dark oak dresser. I sprinted down our long hallway, nearly tripped down the carpeted stairs, and ran into just about everything in my way until I got into the garage. Innocent and squeaky yelps filled the dimly lit area as I turned the final corner where my dog would normally sleep. I first saw both my parents and brother before I witnessed puppy number four half way into the world. Now, in what used to be a white crate, lied four, noisy yellow baby pups crawling around acting as if they were lost. This was a lot to take in for a nine year old but it was also fascinating to me, seeing how new lives are brought into this world. “Would you like to hold one of them?” my mom asked me, knowing that me requesting to would be inevitable. “Yeah, I want to hold that one” I said as I pointed down at the chubbiest puppy there was. As I sat down in a lawn chair next to the create, my mom grabbed a freshly washed green towel and snuggled the puppy inside of it so it was warm and safe for me to hold. She started to hand me the towel

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