Gifts from the Universe

This is a little story about a humble farmer named Betsy and her need for a hive.  Despite her love of bees and her relentless attempts to keep her hive through a hard Maine winter, Betsy had none.  Fortunately for her the universe had other plans. While cleaning out her barn today she was forced to move her empty hives to the front yard.  That is when a roaming swarm saw the vacant hives and settled in.  Betsy was given a hive of her very own that will be strong enough to make it through.  The bees picked her.  I thought it was a really cute story, and Betsy is so happy, in reality I'm currently living with a bee swarm in the drive way and freaking out.  I totally dislike flying bugs.

Wa Happin?

The camper door slams as Heath rushes out.  "I feel like we are living in a zoo" he shouts.  He is off to save the cat food from the chickens.  We have to feed the Fluff Butt outside due to her hatred of the puppy. The co habitation of the two has left heath and I at wits end.  The cat will not do anything but hiss at the dog and pee in inappropriate places. The rain isn't helping either.  It makes Softy into a pitiful wet mess.  I cannot help but bring her inside in order to start another fantastic day at 6:30 in the morning.  As for the puppy, well, she's a puppy.  Puppies are hard work.  Enough said.  Cats on the other hand refuse to be trained.  Maybe if she spent half the time thinking about how to make our already small living space feel even smaller, and worked on protecting her food against the wild herd of chickens that roam these parts, she would at least be better fed.  As for her and the puppy... I'm open for suggestions.