One warm summer day, I watched a bumblebee gather pollen from the rose bushes behind our house. I spoke to him as though he understood English. "You silly bee, don't you know your wings are too small to carry your chunky body?" I almost expected him to drop on the spot, horrified at the thought. Of course, he didn't understand English and we had no interpreter available so he continued on his flight. And I wrote What's the Buzz, Bumbly Bee? to satisfy my own imagination.