The Bees’ Needs

Alarmed by the precipitous and calamitous decrease in the world’s bee population, the Smee does his part by cavorting with the bees!

As though they were depicted in a children’s book, gamboling and frolicking amongst each other’s claws and stingers, the Bees & Smee wile away these last remaining moments we have on earth together in a harmonious tandem of buzzing and swirling.

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A cry in the night!

Is it the Smee? Is it a fight? To the finish?

The Misters run to the railings, gunwales, the mizzen mast, to the fo’c’s’le, but all is black … as a black cat! But all is quiet on the nor’eastern-sou’western fronts.

“saw the wee black cat at sundown” comes the ringing from amidships.

“saw the faux-Princess crossing into the southern forest,” says the sextant.

Meanwhile The Misters pace the quarter deck and brood. Then, turning of a sudden to the crew they bark:

“Have ye see the White Smee!?”

Jar’d ‘n ‘e air

Mister Smitty likes to garden!

Apart from his large-scale farming endeavors (see jolly tractor photo), The Smee enjoys recreational gardening. Whenever This Mister descends to inspect-ify the plants

(read: avoid reading papers),

The Smitty comes to assist!

But most of all he likes to get right in the middle of the gardening table and plop down next to the trowel. This keeps the essential gardening tools, pots -- yea, the great table itself – from flying off into space.

Thank you, Mr. Smee!

I Want to Play a Game...

Poor Mister Smitty had the tips of his ears chopped off by Jigsaw!!!

Poor Mister Smitty he doesn't know how to get out of his trap...the dastardly Elizabethan collar killing device. His time is running out. He has two more days to figure it out.

Come on Mister Smitty...you can do it!!!