Bailey Comes to Town

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t hear the doorbell ring. My grandson ran to answer the door and just as quickly  ran screaming up the stairs. I didn’t know what I would find at the door but there was Bailey. He had a sack of BeeHive State Honey for us. I asked, “What are you doing here?”

He said he was reading in his bear habitat book and found out that Utah was the beehive state so when the flight came into Salt Lake, he decided to stay. “Come on in Bailey,” I said.