Golf Cart Race (Bedtime Story)

Our relaxing morning tea on the porch takes a wild turn when rogue golf balls appear out of the clear blue sky, bringing golf carts—and an unexpected race—right to our doorstep! With a few twists of the wheel and a surprise gift, our day goes from calm sips to full-throttle fun. Get ready to buckle up as we turn the Honeybee Neighborhood into a raceway—because when life hands you golf balls, you race the carts that come with them! - Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Transcript

Bedtime with Mrs.

Honeybee.

Today,

In the Honeybee neighborhood,

We'll be racing golf carts.

Have you ever driven a golf cart before?

Um,

Where are you going to find golf carts,

My dear?

You never know what will just fall out of the sky.

Melody Bee,

Are you saying a golf cart will fall out of the sky?

Weather report says cloudy with a chance of golf carts.

Melody Bee,

You're being extra silly today.

I can't wait to see what this day will bring.

All you have to do is close your eyes,

Get cozy,

And listen to the sound of my voice.

Mrs.

Honeybee will be your guide.

Let's begin.

You are here,

In the Honeybee neighborhood,

Walking up to our front door first thing in the morning.

The sun is up,

And so are we.

Mr.

Honeybee and I are already on the porch,

Enjoying our morning tea when you arrive.

Mr.

Honeybee pulls out a chair for you.

Harold wakes up from his first nap of the day just in time to yawn hello as you sit down with us.

He jumps into your lap,

Where he promptly resumes his snooze.

Looking out over the crisp morning,

The neighborhood is cycling through the beginning of its day.

The birds are out singing their songs.

The bees and the butterflies are fluttering about the newly bloomed flowers pollinating.

And the school buses and carpools arrive to pick up their passengers.

The friendly neighborhood bus driver waves hello as she stops at the house across the street.

We smile and wave back before pouring another cup of tea.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel the cool,

Crisp morning air coming in through your nose and invigorating your sense of the day.

Then,

Slowly,

Breathe out through your mouth and lightly blow on the tea to cool it to the perfect temperature.

Little ripples from your breath form along the top of your teacup before you take a sip.

You look up as the door opens and Melody B joins us with another pot of tea she just brewed.

Oh,

Hello,

Little honeybee.

I knew you were coming today,

So I brewed an extra pot of tea just so we have enough.

This one is sweet orange with a hint of cinnamon,

Cloves,

And cardamom.

Mmm,

It smells delicious,

Melody B.

I can smell it from here.

Looks like you need a refill,

Mrs.

Honeybee.

And you,

Too,

Mr.

Honeybee.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you,

Melody B.

This is perfect for a chilly morning like today.

Holding the little saucer plate in one hand,

I lift the teacup for another big sip.

As I lower the teacup back down to the saucer,

The strangest thing happens.

Out of nowhere,

Something whooshes by and lands right in my teacup.

Whoa!

What was that?

Are you okay,

My dear?

Did that thing hit you?

No,

No,

I'm okay.

Just a little tea splashed.

Let me see.

What is.

.

.

Oh,

Look,

It's a golf ball.

A golf ball?

Oh my goodness,

Let me see it.

Yep,

That's certainly a golf ball,

All right.

Before we can really process the sudden appearance of the first golf ball,

We again hear another,

Now familiar whoosh.

Yet another golf ball plunges into your teacup.

A little splash of warm tea trickles down your arm.

Whoever's hitting these golf balls gets a hole-in-one if I'm keeping score.

Who's out golfing right now?

All the ice finally melted from the grass,

So I think the golf course across the way is open now.

But that's a long way to send a golf ball through the air.

Melody B goes in to get us two new golf ball-less teacups and brings them out so we can have a refill of tea.

As we sip our new teacups,

We carefully watch the sky to make sure no more golf balls are headed our way.

One of the golf balls drops from the table,

Which again wakes Harold up from his slumber just in time to fetch the rolling ball.

He leaps from your lap and gallops after it as it rolls down into the grass.

He proudly fetches it and brings it back to the porch for us to throw again.

Before we can,

Someone else arrives.

Not one,

But four golf carts pull into the driveway following the golf balls that just flew through the air.

One of the golfers gets out and asks if,

By chance,

We've seen any golf balls fly this way.

Mr.

Honeybee laughs as he stands up to respond.

Boy,

Did we ever see some golf balls.

We have two of them right here.

Both of them landed right here in our teacups.

So whoever shot these last two definitely got a hole-in-one.

The golfers cannot believe that they made such a long distance hole-in-one.

Harold and Melody B bring them the golf balls we have from our cups and they inspect them.

Each of the golfers label their golf balls so they can tell who these belong to and decide to give those golfers extra points.

Down at the bottom of the driveway,

Harold and Melody B stand back admiring the golf carts.

Whoa,

Are these yours?

They look like they're having a fun time down there,

So we join them.

The golfers invite us to sit in each cart.

As we test out putting our hands on the steering wheel and our foot on the gas pedal,

We pretend to race each other in the driveway.

Harold hops up into the golf cart with you to be your co-pilot.

You pull the steering wheel to either side,

Imagining it turning on two wheels around a sharp turn.

Harold imagines his floppy ears blowing in the wind of going faster and faster,

Still in the golf cart with you driving.

That's when the golfers give us the surprise of a lifetime.

As a thank you for catching their golf balls,

They want to let us drive the golf carts around.

Really?

Are you sure it's okay?

The golfers talk amongst themselves quickly,

Then turn to say that there's no other way.

They would love to be able to repay us in golf cart rides.

They nervously ask if they could possibly do that.

Melody B responds,

Sure you can.

Wow.

Thank you so much.

Did you hear that,

My little honey bee?

We get to race golf carts for real.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel your chest and your spirits lift.

Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and put the golf cart in reverse.

It beeps as you back up and Harold snuggles into your side to get ready to go fast.

The four of us pull out of the driveway and line up in the middle of the street in a straight line.

One of the golfers goes out in front of us with a checkered flag taken off the back of one of the carts.

The golfer waves the flag up in the air,

Telling us,

The golf cart racers,

To prepare our engines.

The engines rev and rumble under our feet.

When the golfer pulls the flag down,

We push the gas pedals as hard as we can to take off with a screech.

Mr.

Honeybee starts off in the lead,

Weaving between our carts.

But you catch up to him in no time and take one of the turns just a wee bit faster than him.

Melody B comes up along one side and reaches out her hand while she drives with the other.

You switch between watching the road and looking over at Melody B.

Then you hold out your hand to high-five her.

Harold joins in with a fluffy paw,

And then Melody B uses that as a distraction to get ahead of both you and Mr.

Honeybee.

No one realizes,

But I'm watching from behind all of you and skid around the next corner,

Getting ahead of all of you.

See ya later,

Gators!

After that turn,

You,

Melody B,

And Mr.

Honeybee weave around each other,

Trying to catch up.

And catch up you do.

Turning sharper around the corners helps you go faster,

So you hold Harold with one arm and turn the golf cart on two wheels with the other.

You look over to see Harold smiling,

A big puppy smile.

Seeing him happy makes you feel happy too.

We continue around and around the neighborhood,

Turning up and down each street,

Waving to the neighbors who have come out to cheer us on.

Just then,

We look over to Mr.

Honeybee,

Who is approaching a little hill of grass that he doesn't yet realize is a big hill of grass.

He hurtles full speed ahead up this little big hill and launches into the air.

He and his golf cart land softly in the grass and keep on going without a hitch.

We are having so much fun,

And the golfers tell us to keep on enjoying their carts,

So we do for the rest of the morning.

Harold barks for you to go faster and try the grassy ramp for yourself.

You turn the golf cart all the way around and head back for the hill.

Approaching it,

You are nervous,

But you know that you're going to land it perfectly.

As you approach the grassy hill,

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel your chest,

Your spirits,

And your golf cart lift.

Then,

Slowly,

Breathe all the way out through your mouth and land the golf cart gently in the grass,

Just like Mr.

Honeybee.

You did it!

The golfers wave us back to our driveway to let us know that they need to get back to the golf game.

We drive back to our driveway,

Laughing the whole time.

We've had so much unexpected fun today,

Haven't we,

My little honeybee?

As we park the golf carts,

One of the golfers approaches us with another special gift.

This golfer saw how much we loved riding these carts and wanted to leave one of them with us.

You mean we'll have our very own Honeybee Neighborhood Golf Carts?

Before I get my hopes up all the way,

Is that what you mean?

The golfer says,

Of course!

This golf cart is now all ours.

Now you can use our golf cart to ride over to our house when you visit.

We all hop into our new golf cart for you to drive us around,

Maybe on all four wheels for now.

Always remember,

Mrs.

Honeybee believes in you.

You are special and you are loved.

I can't wait to see you again.

Reviews

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So golf carts, eh? Why did you pick that???

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Amazing I have only been in a golf cart once, can you make a hunger games meditation like where Karin’s teaches you to use a bow and arow

Awesome thanks so much! My brother and I are so, happy with the result. We felt so calm!