Victoria stared at Emily. Her pointy spike was like the tip of  Mount everest. Her black stripes are like mini hula hoops. Victoria was as yellow as the pollen from a flower, fountains of honey dripped to the ground. Slowly, the bee flew to Emily and stung her forehead. Emily was in pain. The wise bee backed up into the dark hole in the tree. 

As they slowly walked  back home, the stars were like little lights guiding them through the night. ”I found her a few years before the war happened. She was buzzing for food. She must have been very hungry”! said Mrs Martha, “DO NOT TELL ANYONE! She will get taken away and shot dead.”

In the dark night , Emily imagend Victoria’s smooth fur in the desigus woods. Something about the bee seemed to make Emily safe. At dinner, while Mrs Martha isn’t looking, Emily would sneak a plastic bag with crumbs for Victoria. The bee would also hunt, often it was ants, flys, lady and birds. She was a bit scared but she would cope with it.

One night, Victoria let Emily stroke her. Within days, she would search Emily’s coat pockets. Emily changed into a happy mood. She now skipped school. 

Over the warm nights, Mrs Martha saw how the bee made Emily happier and their secret bound them together.