Terrence the Tractor was enjoying his working in the field, bluebirds were singing in the maple trees and green apples were growing on them, it was a perfect morning.
“Hello there, Terrence,” said Rosie, you look as bright and cheerful as my lavender colored paint.”
“Oh I do, Rosie…….” replied Terrence.
“What’s that sound?” asked Rosie.
“It’s the bees, Rosie,” replied Terrence. “They’re all in those boxy things called beehives, I’m taking them to the big station, the vicar says his bees make good orange blossom honey to put on anything else and is giving some of them to his close friends.”
Just then, Gordon trundled into the scenery.
“Take care, you 2, don’t get the bees fed up with you, they might sting you.”
“Rosie didn’t like being told what to do by a Freight Car, and she buzzed away.”
“Goodbye, Terrance!” called Fred. And he set off to see Oliver at the junction.
Bill and Ben, the little twin train engines were busy arranging Freight Cars. Then they trundled off when they saw Gordon .
“I remember the 1st time I met those dudes,” laughed Gordon “They nearly made my eyes pop out, but the inspector soon put a stop to their fun and games.”
“The inspector is the only 1 who can keep Bill and Ben in order,” chuckled Oliver. “I sometimes call them ‘the bees’.”
“What a good name for those dudes,” said Fred. “They’re terrors when they begin buzzing around.”
Rosie trundled inside.
“What’s that, Oliver? are you terrified of bees?” they’re only insects after all,” “So don’t let that buzz box Express guy tell you anything different about them.”
“His name is Gordon and he didn’t, we…………..”
“I wouldn’t care if a lot of them were flying around, I would just blow my smoke stack and make them go away.”
“Bye, bye, bees!” retorted Oliver.
The very next day, Rosie was at the train station to collect her passengers. The passengers were very excited and they got on board.
The hallway was very crowded and Rosie’s driver was in such a hurry.
“Watch your backs!” she exclaimed to them.
Then there was a lot of trouble.
The beehive fell off and broke open.
The station cleared apart like magic dust.
Rosie heard a familiar buzzing sound.
The bees were too cold to be fed up with her, so they buzzed around Rosie’s fireman hoping that he would mend their beehive, but he didn’t understand them, neither did her driver.
So the bees turned themselves over to Rosie.
Her boiler was nice and warm.
“Go away, go away!” hissed Rosie.
1 bee had burnt his right foot.
The bee thought Rosie had burnt it on purpose.
So it stung Rosie right on her nose.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEE!” whistled Rosie. She had quite enough. So had her driver and fireman.
They didn’t know ‘til too late that they had left their coaches behind. They tried everything to get rid of the bees.
1st they spun Rosie around on the turntable, but that didn’t work. They tried washing them off, but the bees were still hanging harder on Rosie’s warm boiler.
Then they tried blowing them off by going through a very long tunnel, but still, the bees wouldn’t go away.
“It’s no good, Rosie,” said her driver. “We’ll just need to go back to the field and get another beehive.
Rosie’s reply was drowned out by the sounds of buzzing. The vicar was waiting excitingly for Rosie, and when she arrived, the bees went straight to their new home in the beehive.
“Come on, Rosie,” said her driver. “What you need now is a good wash down.
Later that evening, Rosie was resting in the train engine shed when the vicar came to see her.
“Thanks for saving my bees, Rosie, it’s too bad it’s not Christmas Eve, then we can call you ‘Rosie the Red-Nosed Engine’.”
Everybody laughed in unison, especially Rosie, but instead, they decided to call Rosie ‘The Bees Wax’, which meant they thought she was more braver than before.
End of Rosie’s side of the story sequence………….