Don't Chop the Bees!
Practice Words
Words containing the 'ee' vowel team, consistently producing the long /iΛ/ sound.
Ned sees a bee buzz past his tree. 'Oh!' yells Ned. 'Come back to me!' Ned sets off fast on speedy feet. 'Where is your home, my bee so sweet?'
Ned runs fast to keep up speed. He jumps past each branch and weed. 'Come to me!' he calls with cheer. 'Please come back! I want you here!'
A bee's nest sits high in a tree. Ned looks up so he can see. He wants that honey, rich and sweet. He stands up tall on both his feet.
Ned grins wide. 'That hive is mine! The honey there will taste just fine!' He grabs his axe and waves with glee. 'A few bee stings will not stop me!'
Ned lifts the honey high with glee. The Book cries out, 'Oh no, oh gee! The bees will wake! They all will chase! Put that back! Flee this place!'
Ned speeds back home. The Book looks keen. 'Smoke makes bees sleep! No stings are seen! Then take the honey, soft and sweet! No axe, no sting! What a treat!'
Ned lights a fire. The smoke drifts free. The bees slow down up in the tree. He holds his shears and starts to creep. He sneaks up close. The bees all sleep.
Ned snips the hive. The honey spills! Thick and gold, it drips and fills. 'Wow!' says Ned. 'It smells so sweet!' The Book calls, 'Run! Lift your feet!'
Back home, Ned works with wood and glee. He makes a new hive, just to see! 'What is that?' The Book asks Ned. 'A brand new home for bees!' he said.
'Now you need bees!' The Book is keen. 'Plant sweet flowers to be seen!' Ned plants bright flowers by his hive. The bees will come! The hive will thrive!
Ned holds a rose up in the breeze. 'Come, sweet bees, if you please!' Flowers sit by his green tree. Bees buzz close, full of glee!
The hive drips honey. Ned is proud! But the bees swarm Ned, big and loud! They creep up his sleeve. 'Ouch!' says Ned. 'I need to leave!'