Beezley made her way down the corridor, her cleaning rag held limply in her hand. She was tired, oh, so tired! Yes, she was! "Beezley is so tired," she whispered softly. Beezley would never complain about her work, but she was so tired that she wasn't quite aware of what she was saying. Parts of the castle were so, so dirty, and when Beezley saw a mess, Beezley cleaned it up. She sighed to herself as she wiped away the glitter from a suit of armor.