About the birds and the bees
They looked at each other and smiled. That didn't mean anything. They smiled a lot. Overhead, a bee flew by, buzzing loudly as it went. It didn't approve of this sort of thing much. They gazed at each other, then at the bee. She shied a little, but then smiled again. He wondered what that meant. After all, she did smile a lot. And it rarely meant anything.

He turned his face towards hers, and gazed deeply, smiling. She smiled again, but then opened herself up to him. He smiled, and looked at the bee.

The bee buzzed around disapprovingly, then busily set to work. That didn't mean anything either. It set to work a lot. That was what it had to do, as a busy bee. Grimly, hating itself for the addiction, it reached down to him, and allowed itself to be thoroughly drenched in his vile juices. It felt sickened, but the taste thrilled it. It was loaded down with other particles, dirty unclean particles it felt, but knew it would not remove the load. It had to do its work. That didn't mean anything, of course, but it went and did it anyway.

Soaked, but not satiated yet, the bee rose up again, though not as quickly as before. It moved a little groggily, slightly drunk from the juices it had just tasted, but moved determinedly and above all busily towards her. She shivered with anticipation as it neared, her gaze intently upon him and a smile fixed on her face. As the bee entered, she drew inwards, her eyes closed, and her smile grew wider.

That probably meant something.

The bee drank her rich juices busily and gave every appearance of enjoying itself very much. The particles that had gathered on it dropped off and left it feeling refreshed and powerful. As they did, she sighed, smiled, and opened her petals. The bee buzzed off, and went to find some more flowers. It found the whole thing very messy, but at least it felt good...

P.S. Yes, this is a story about the pollination of flowers, using bees as carriers. And yes, I think it is suitable for children. And even big babies.