BumblePooch:

Once upon a time, there was a. . . A. . . Once upon a time, there was a. . . Hmm. What shall we even call this fantastic creation of Jehovah? He was. . . Well, he was a bumble. . . No, that's not it. He was a pupp. . . Nope, it won't do either. I think I've got it! I shall simply describe his appearance to you. Then, you may call him whatever you will! 

Once upon a time, there was a wee creature. This creature had long, floppy ears, a long and pointed snout. But, he was also striped across his abdomen. He possessed a pair of translucent wings and a long, pointy stinger in place of a tail. This creature enjoyed flying from flower to flower to hover over their petals. What a sight! He was big as a Rottweiler! Yet, attracted to these wee little flowers. It may have looked out of place but in point of fact, this bright, big, furry, striped and airborne creature did a heck of a job pollinating the flowers.

One day, a swarm of bumblebees approached him. At the same time, from the other direction, a pack of dogs approached him. "We see you," some of the bees said to him. "Thank you. You do a great job. Especially with the big flowers."

Right then, one of the pooches snapped, "don't listen to him. He's just trying to butter you up so you'll be a bumblebee. With us dogs, now, there's a real future! What good did a bee ever do?"

The bees flew about the pooches heads now. One said, "what good did a bee ever do?" He laughed. "This world wouldn't have half the plants it's got if it weren't for us bees! You go with them, you'll just end up being lazy all day and chasing mailmen!"

"And I ask you," said an grumpy old hound dog, "what's so bad about chasing mailmen? It's as honorable an occupation as a fireman. I say!" He shook his snout and gritted his beady eyes as a long, sticky trail of frothy saliva went in every direction.

The bees laughed and said, "well, you'll have to make a choice. Which one will you be? Will you choose to be a lazy dog? Or will you choose to be a proud, busy bee?"

This creature shook his wings and straightened his whiskers and said, very proudly, very nobly, "maybe I don't have to choose. Maybe I can be both. There was a reason Jehovah gave me this body. And I happen to think it is beautiful. Besides, I enjoy pollinating flowers as much as I enjoy chasing a mailman. And yes, Mr hound dog, it is a very noble profession!" 

The sugar bees and the dogs were quiet for an instant. Then, all of a sudden, there arose a cheer. Gentle at first. But, the cheer grew. The both groups gathered in next to this creature. Until one of the bees said, "we shall call you bumblepooch. How's that?"

This ends the story of bumblepooch. The creature who united the bumblebees and the dogs.