A Quiz For Me

Okay I drew this at random. One image has nothing to do with the other but I will try to tell a story from this doodle anyway.

A keeper of bees, who feels the weight of the world on his shoulders, meanders down the beach for a good long time. It is day warmer than normal in a world where some cling to the idea that global warming is a hoax. The one thing we can all agree on is that finding a martini on the beach is a pretty romantic concept.  The empty chair is a tad quizzical, however the chair is an invitation for him to sit down and bury his feet into the sand.

And he takes his place in the chair, finds it comfortable and starts to fall asleep to the roar of the ocean. He comfortably fades into oblivion until he hears a somber voice directed toward him.

“Help Me”

He looks around and can not come close to the source of the request.

“Help Me”

The bee keeper swats the plea out of his mind.

He sits and listens to the ocean once again and drinks that martini down like it was a magical martini found on the beach.

And it is right here where it becomes clear that he heard The Clam talk.

Yes you heard that right as it is a talking clam.
And he informs the bee keeper the people in the air plane are looking for him.

Because it is low tide. In a few hours he will be as happy as a clam during high water