The little bee woke up early.
She had a very important job to do.
She flew to the red flower. Buzz buzz! She collected some nectar. She flew to the yellow flower. Buzz buzz! She collected some more. She flew to the purple flower. Buzz buzz! And a little more.
Then she flew home to her hive and gave it all to her family.
That evening, the little bee sat at the door of the hive and watched the sun go down.
She was tired. She was very, very tired.
But the flowers had been beautiful. And her family was happy.
And that, she decided, was the best kind of day.