> Two bees met in a field. One said to the other, “The weather has been cold, wet and damp,
> and there aren’t any flowers, so I can’t make honey.”
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> “No problem,” said the first bee, “Just fly down five blocks and turn left. Keep going
> until you see all the cars. There’s a Bar Mitzvah going on and there are all kinds of fresh flowers and fresh fruit.”

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> “Thanks for the tip,” said the second bee, and flew away.
> A few hours later the two bees ran into each other again. The first bee asked, “How did it go?”

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> “Great!” said the second bee. “It was everything you said it would be. There was plenty of fruit and,
> oh, such huge floral arrangements on every table.”

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> “Uh, what’s that thing on your head?” asked the first bee.

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> “That’s my yarmulke,” said the second bee . “I didn’t want them to think I was a wasp.”
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