Lovebug and the honeybug, the

The Lovebug and The Honeybug

Once, a very long time ago, there grew a marvellous and glorious land.
Within this grand kingdom sprang a thousand and three beautiful verses,
each one dripping with golden honey. Also dwelling within this lustrous
world was a lovebug. A pleasing little red lovebug with dark black
spots on his back, and a tiny pair of wings sprouting.

Now, this lovebug was a sad and lonely lovebug! His sadness held
because there dwelt in this world, called Hoefertia, no other lovebugs
for this lonesome lovebug to love. (Now this wondrous land was spoken
thus: Hay-Fersha! Remember that O beauteous reader!)
"I have all this love inside of me," sad lovebug mused lonely to
himself, "and no-one to give my love to!" This sad lovebug had dwelt
all of his life in this grandiose landscape, with no other bugs to
love! No wonder he was a sad little lovebug.

The duty of a lovebug is exceptionally plain: to harvest the thousand
and three honey-gold verses that are scattered through the land of
Hoefertia. Each harvest would yield a delightful and whimsical crop of
Golden Verses; each verse silken and dewy; each verse containing the
morning sunrise and the sounds of a desert island ocean. The lovebug
dearly loved collecting the harvest, but alas! He always grew sad
because the fabulous Golden Verses soon fell to waste, pining as they
did with the lovebug's heart, and turning into dust. For the lovebug
had no Lover to receive his Golden Verses! Why, wouldn't you be sad if
you had no Lover to Love?

One day in this fabled and distinguished land, the lovebug went about
collecting his crop of Golden Verses. He found himself in the Vale of
Sighs, where there lay always a glowing tawny mist. The lovebug
lamented.
"Oh me Oh My," he sighed to himself. "Oh me Oh my," he sighed once
more. He let out a long and, I must say, very lonesome sounding breath,
and clipped out a Golden Verse from the earth.
"Why Oh Why," spoke this Golden Verse. "Why Oh Why must you Oh me Oh
My?" The lovebug sighed.
"Oh me Oh My, must I Forever Cry?" replied this bedraggled bug, so
forlorn that the Golden Verse at once shed silvery tears that sprinkled
the green earth. Each tear created a small river, and within each river
there grew a reflection. And in each reflection there shone a most
beautiful and sweet face. The Lovebug gazed entranced at the myriad
reflections, no breath stirring. The lovebug was enchanted.
"Oh Me Oh My!" exclaimed the lovebug. "Oh Me Oh My!"

The beautiful and timeless face of beauty shone into the lovebug's
heart, and swirled &; curled &; unfurled. Each face within each
reflection within each river from within each tear had pierced the
lovebug. His eyes at once glazed over, and his face, so normally etched
with sorrow and woe, became now happy and overjoyed.
"Tell me who this sweet fair maid be, Oh Glorious Golden Verse!" He
exclaimed.
At once, the Golden Verse sprouted new Verses, and each Verse flowed
gliding with lyricism strange yet divine to the lovebug's ears.
"This Oh Happy Lovebug," they all sang in unison, "this is the
Ever-Loving Honeybug!"

The lovebug gazed down at the lustrous sight before him - the thousand
and one reflected beauties arranged for his once-sad eyes! At once, he
loved this most precious of honeybugs. But his soul was saddened!
"O but Me &; My! Where is this sweet &; O so divine honeybug?"
he enquired earnestly of the Golden Verses.
"Aha! Be joyous O blue lovebug! Pick up your smile, and guide your
eyes over those honey hills yonder!"
&; The lovebug directed his gaze towards the honey hills
yonder.
"But," he complained, "all I see is the rainbow sky, and the beaming
yellow sun with cartwheel rays!"
The Golden Verses burst into laughter. Merrily did their chuckles make
their way into the lovebug's ears!
"Ah, but lovebug blue! The honeybug dwells far over those honey hills!
The honeybug, truly, lives far off in the very centre of this great
&; glorious land of Hoefertia!" And again, the Golden Verses burst
into singsong laughter!

Now this lovebug, who had not yet met the Unspeakably pure and
beautiful honeybug, was oft prone to bouts of depression &;
negativity! Even now, when presented with such joyful news, he remained
blue and sad!
"Oh Me Oh My, I want to Die! Yet Do not Know the Where or Why!"
Hereupon, the Golden Verses took pity on the pathetic creature (the
lovebug!)!
"Why little bug! Why so blue? The bug of your affection is awaiting
You!"
"But she flutters so far away!" lamented the bug - did not I warn you
of his contrary disposition?
At once, the lovebug found himself whisked into the sky upon Golden
Wings! The spirits of the Golden Verses had breathed life into their
words, and these words had been transmuted into the Golden Wings upon
which the lovebug now found himself reposing.
The scenery below whisked itself into an omelette of blurry green and
red and blue! The eyes of the lovebug began watering! His stomach
whicker-whacked inside him! His head began spandoozling as he thought
of the honeybug awaiting! Indeed, he burst into joyous song! And as
everyone knows, lovebugs never sing!
"Oh Me Oh My, To My Love I Fly...Far Up Into The Rainbow Sky!" sang
the lovebug. And floating just behind this happy lovebug came the
heroic legion of Golden Verses: their poetical and lyrical harmonies
accompanying the lovebug's ambrosial song.

The whippling land below the flight of the Lovebug gently changed
colour. All those greens and reds and blues disappeared, turning into a
vast field of resplendent Honey! The knots in the Lovebug's tum-tum
started tightening as his little wings buzzed and his cute red spots
began spinning upon his back.
"Almost There! Almost There!" sang the Golden Verses.
" (oh me oh my)," mumbled the Lovebug nervously to himself.
The Honey land of Hoefertia dripped to a slow tap. The Lovebug had
arrived in Tucsedo, the most magnificent temple of all Hoefertia. The
Golden Wings lazily descended onto the Honey sand.
"Time to Meet Your Destiny, O Lovebug!" they chanted eagerly.
"(me.....my....)" whispered the Lovebug, now feeling extremely anxious
and stupid.
"We Shall Lead the Way Through The Temple, Paut," The Verses
exulted.
Oh! Did I perhaps forget to mention the Lovebug's name? Why, I believe
I did! Yes, this Lovebug had the name Paut! And while I am here
explaining this, I should (I suppose), supply the name of the Honeybug!
Why, her name was Jesst!

Anyway, back to the Legend of The Lovebug and The Honeybug!

The door leading inwards to The Golden Temple of Tucsedo swaggered
open. The Golden Verses gently shoved The Lovebug inwards. He stepped
into the lightly glowing innards!
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALT!" Boomed a magnificently scary voice. The
Lovebug shrieked and ran back to the door. It was closed! Hmmm!
The Lovebug turned around and faced the eerie glow.
"LIKE, WHO ARE YOU?" queried the scary voice.
"My...er....name is......ummmm.....Paut The Lovebug," replied Paut The
Lovebug in a very quiet voice.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! PAUT THE LOVEBUG, HUH?"
Paut nodded: yes.
"AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT IN TUCSEDO? JEJE JEJUNE."
The Lovebug, (Paut), needed to go wee-wee very badly.
"I have come to be with my Honeybug, who is called Jesst."
"AHA! YOU THINK THAT THE HONEYBUG WOULD LOVE A LITTLE RED BUG WITH
BLACK SPOTS AND LITTLE WINGS, DO YOU????"
"The Golden Verses allow me to pass," replied Paut, feeling more
confident.

And at that moment, The Golden Verses burst into the Temple of Tucsedo,
and dissipated the eerie &; scary glow. Upon a pedestal, there posed
a statuette. Golden and waxen honeyed. Preciously beautiful and
tenderly exquisite, almost fragile.
"Is This...Is This the Honeybug?" asked Paut The Lovebug, sensitively
touching the smoothly liquid form.
"Yes Paut: Behold The Honeybug!"
Paut looked crestfallen.
"But O Me O My! Have I Fallen In Love with A Statue?"

The Lovebug began crying soft, ever so melancholy tears. He grasped the
statuette, and sobbed quietly. Despondency and dejection filled his
whole being. Even The Golden Verses felt mournful, and they knew that
just a kiss from The Lovebug would make The Honeybug real. OOPS! I gave
away the next line! Blah!
After The Golden Verses had cheered The Lovebug by revealing this
fact, The Lovebug slowly reached up to the beaming yet quiescent face
of The Honeybug. Closing his hazel-coloured eyes, he puckered up his
Lovebug lips, and gave the statuette a Lovebug Kiss!
At once the statuette began a-murmuring and a-shivering. The Gold
seemed to melt from the figure, and the eyes opened. Oh! Such beautiful
eyes, from where sprang happy droplets of warm tears. And the mouth
too, opened. Oh! Such beautiful lips that Paut nearly fainted. Then The
Honeybug spoke.
"O My Lovebug!" The Honeybug whispered, "AAF!"

And here we have our last mystery. The words spoken by The Honeybug:
AAF! What do they mean? Nobody has ever deciphered those cryptic
initials, yet many have attempted! It is said that only true lovers can
know what meaning lies behind those three initials. Maybe one day, you
the reader will know true love, and the initials AAF will be
spiritually understood. All I know is, The Lovebug understood the
significance of those initials, for he whispered back -
"AAF mon amour, AAF."

THE END