It all began one night at the dinner table. Mum, Dad, Susan and Clementine were sitting around the table finishing off a lamb curry made from the roast they had when grandma last visited.
The girls were as lively as ever, Susan busy with her homework and Clementine with her drawings.
Mum and Dad both looked a bit tired after a hard days work, Mum had what was left of her half cup of milky tea and Dad had his usual cold sarsaparilla as they helped themselves to the bowl of fresh fruit for dessert .
Dad grabbed his lunch, hopped in the kombi ute and drove down the freeway off to work.
He drove through the tunnels, past the city, then, as the sun was climbing slowly over the hills, at an intersection in Woodville, Dad wound down the window to let in his workmate, Bertie the Silent Bee.
“ Morning Bertie!” Dad greeted the bee.
But Bertie said nothing, he just nodded and sat down with what appeared to be his lunch, on the seat next to Dad. Bertie proceeded to part his hair neatly, then put his honeycomb back in his top pocket.
So Clementine drew in a big breath and collected her thoughts. She didn’t need to worry about Bertie the Silent Bee’s wrongful arrest…It was just a dream. Dad was already getting ready for work, plumbing with a silent b , and in a short while, after a bit more sleep, she’d be getting ready for school…. Later, after a bit more sleep.