Here's a story I wrote. Does anyone think it's funny? I won't be offended if you don't like it.
I went to see my beekeeping friend, John Hove and his wife Beatrice. While I was there, Beatrice asked me to help load a hive onto their pickup truck. When we got it on the truck, some of the bees escaped and stung her. I got mad at the bees and threw the hive onto the ground, breaking it into pieces. The moral of the story is:
It behooves a beehive to behave, or on behalf of Bea Hove, I will be having to be heaving it onto the ground.