“Why don’t you be one?”
“I am one bee!” answered the bee, striking a match on Billy’s orange and lighting a grapevine cigarette.
“Could you be a fairy?” asked Billy.
“I am always beeing things—flowers and honey—so of course I could bee a fairy. How do you know that I am not one? Look at me!”
Billy sat up and looked.
“Well, I never!” exclaimed Billy. “A minute ago I thought you were a bee!”
“I can bee anything I choose,” said the Fairy. “That’s why you thought I was a bee. Because I can bee!”
“Who are you now?” asked Billy.
“I am the Geography Fairy,” answered the stranger.