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Beast did not expect the bees to revolt so harshly against his gentle and totally innocent attempt to collect some honey for Belle.
Crouching in his armchair and licking his bleeding paw, he pouts when Belle steps up with a cool cloth to soothe the sting.
'I don't understand. The beehive always looks so calm.”
Belle smiles as she strokes the blazing skin of his palm. 'What would you do if some giant paw destroyed your home?'
Beast grunts and curls his snout. “Ah, I get it. Next time, I'll send Lumiere. He's made of wax. They might like him.”