“There is no hurry today, the man can take as long as he likes as there is no delivery of honey for us today.” Said Sky to his friends.
“You are always so well organised, Sky, I mean for a youngish bear.” Said Barnaby looking up to his hero.
“Yes, I am, but then that is because I am a genius too, Barnaby.”
“Wowsers Sky, whatever are you going to be like when you are a fully grown bear? I mean, so much cleverness, all that organisation, and lots of friends like me.”
“It is a problem, but one that no doubt I will find the answer to.” Said Sky.
“What job would you like to do, Sky? I mean, when you get older.” Asked Bertie.
“Difficult, there are not too many good job for a genius such as myself. I think I might fancy being a king. Yes, that might be a good idea.” Said Sky after some thought and scratching his head with a paw.
“A king? Wowsers, Sky. I had no idea you wanted to be a king or queen.” Said Barnaby.
“We have a king already, Sky, and it is not a job that a bear can just apply for and get.” Explained Posh Bear.
“No, not here, I was thinking of a bigger country. Somewhere that is warm and has lots of honey.”
“That might not be possible especially if they already have a king.” Said Barnaby.
“He could leave, or he might lose his job for some reason. I just feel that I would be better qualified to be a king. I’m sure he wouldn’t have a nice red bow around his neck and I am sure my fur would be far better than his, plus he almost certainly isn’t a genius like me. If I had applied at the same time, I am sure I would have got the job rather than him.” Said Sky imagining himself kinging around the palace.
“Sky, if you become king, can I be a prince or a queen, or maybe just an important bear?” Asked Barnaby.
“I am sure I could arrange something, Barnaby. Posh, what does a king do? I ask, because if it is boring, I will not apply for the job.”
“I think it might be more boring than all you do now. When I think of all the jobs you have around here, Sky, I honestly feel sure that you would not have time to be a king. You are a very important bear to all of us you see.”
“Am I that important then, Posh?”
“Of course, Sky, you do all the ordering of food for all your friends around here. They need you to do that for them. What is more, I always look to you as our chief taster of honey. I know if you approve it then it will be good honey.” Said Posh Bear smiling at his friend.
“Oh, I see, I didn’t know…” Stammered Sky.
“Then of course there is Barnaby, he needs your help and as a genius you are best to guide him, better than any other bear. Then there are the things a king must do and that crown he wears would be far too big for a young bear like you. No, Sky, thinking about it, I feel you are needed here by all your friends.”
“I agree, Sky, I don’t really want to be a prince or a queen, I like being a bear far too much.” Said Barnaby giving his friend a hug.
“What do you think, Bertie?” Asked Sky.
“I think it is time the man finished and we can go and raid the stash of honey that Posh keeps, as I am hungry.” Said Bertie.
“That sounds sensible to me, come on guys let us go and see what honey I have left, as I am feeling quite hungry too.” Said Posh Bear.
