Yellow

"Who you calling yellow?" Chad snapped. "What, because I don't wanna stick my hand into a hive full of angry bees just to get a little honey, that makes me a coward?"

"Honey is worth more than gold these days, and we can use the money, Chad." His wife, Nora, scowled.

"Mellow out, Nora. I'll get you your precious honey," Chad sighed. "Why can't lemon meringue pie or Dijon mustard be worth something? No danger picking lemons or squirting mustard on stuff!"

"Stop complaining and get the honey, honey," Nora quipped. "It's almost time to pick Amber up from daycare."
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