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Dear diary,

It is a beautiful day, but only weather-wise. Our pretty yellow house was egged, and our flowers were trampled.

I thought we were safe in our home, like a shield protecting us. But maybe I was wrong. I'm afraid the men will come back and hurt our bees. Bees need special care, and they could never do our job like we do.

Mama said we'd be okay as long as we kept our head up and kept praying and going to the wall.

Gran thought otherwise. She panicked and spent the entire morning watching the bees and making sure each and every one was safe.

I don't know what to think. I don't want to think about it.

But I did meet plenty of sweet people who were willing to clean up with us, and bought some of our honey. I made a few friends, and they seemed to really like me!

Sometimes there is good among the bad. We found safety in our kind neighbors.

-Francis