I was helping my mom make breakfast for my family one Saturday morning. I needed to get honey for my family's toast. I was supposed to be home by 10:15 a.m., so I headed to my grandpa's apple orchard, and fast.

When I got there, I ran to my grandpa and said, "Mommy needs to get some honey for our toast, and I have to be home by 10:15 a.m."

Then, Grandpa took me to his orchard and sat me down on a bench near the beehive. "I will go get some special beekeeper clothes for us to wear to get the honey," said my grandpa.

"Beekeeper clothes? I am not going to get the honey from the beehive. It takes too long and I only have until 10:15," I said. But that was all I could say.

I knew my grandpa was magical. The next thing I knew I was as little as a bee. In fact, I was a bee. I turned around. I was looking for my grandpa. He was not there. Soon I was following some other bees.

They each landed on a flower. So, I did the same thing. I landed in the same one as another bee. They stuck their tongue in the flowers. They were sucking up nectar with their tongues. So, I did the same thing.

Then, I followed the bees back to the hive. Soon, I felt something in my stomach. I was making honey! In no time at all, we were at the hive. I put my honey into a cell.

"Ahh!" I thought I saw a giant coming to get us. Then, I saw it was only my grandpa. He was getting the honey, not us.

About two seconds later I was a person again. My grandpa was getting the honeycomb out of the hive. He only took out four frames of honeycomb. He put the honeycomb in an extractor. It spun the honeycomb around and around and the honey came out of the honeycomb cells and drained into a bucket. Then, he gave me the bucket to take home. I got home twenty minutes early!