"B.... Be..... Bee..." My mom was buzzing around as the mud got warmer. I flapped my wings as I realized it was my first day in the university today. I was excited, because many of those senior bees who pass out start tasting the nectar of fresh roses in the mornings. I wanted to be one among them. By the way, I am be...., though I precisely know not how long my name is to be buzzed. I live at five-hive, the most prestigious hive in my locality. My honey digging dad was very proud when he knew I got into the "University of Honeydew" for he knew, in a few years I would be the one passing orders and ruling a thousand like him, choosing flowers for them.
And so, I got admitted and the boring student life started again, but now we were taught of more related matters, of honey and roses, of jasmine and frightening frogs and of those huge men. The classes went on until one day, my camp leader; Mr. Nectarnest assigned me as the night guard of five-hive, as a part of our curriculum. I was happy, but the night was cold. It was a rainy day and as we were well taught,
"Beware bee, beware!!!
Search for the warmth in the mud,
and the honey in the flower bud,
everything else is a fake,
all other is namesake."
My stings shivered as I listened to him hymn it. He continued, "The being started polluting flowers and taking their nectar. We kept quiet. He started firing our hives and destroying them. We didn't fight. He made hives and made us work; we thought he was right until the twenty hives died. Today he makes light and kills us when we go to it. Let's see what he does more" he sounded depressed and resolute. The class was over and I flew back home. Somehow I knew life would never be the same.
And so, I got admitted and the boring student life started again, but now we were taught of more related matters, of honey and roses, of jasmine and frightening frogs and of those huge men. The classes went on until one day, my camp leader; Mr. Nectarnest assigned me as the night guard of five-hive, as a part of our curriculum. I was happy, but the night was cold. It was a rainy day and as we were well taught,
"One drop of water will hurt,
Twice is as harmful as a drop of dirt,
Let the honey flow away far,
In a rain never stare at the star"
I was carefully making way to the yellow stone when a drop hit my wing. I felt the pain and in search of a dry area, I ended up under a great Yellowstone of the man land. The high school saying ringed in my ears "try a frying pan u may die, but never disturb a man you know why." The tales of the martyr, sir Petalpluck sparked in the sky, and in my mind, and calmness enthralled my nerves as I buzzed around the Yellowstone waiting for the rain to stop. I rested for a few moments only to turn back and gape at the day behind me. Keeping carefully out of reach of those honey suckers I made my way into the stinky room.
The winds circled as I sat on a stone, this was so special and slippery. Unlike as was told, man just didn't build Yellowstone. This stone was blue. I waited calmly expecting to be warmed but this was different. Cold winds encircled along the room and I jumped all along the stone for warmth. I finally saw the light come from a white stone and ran into it. But none was warm like the mud before I go to the class. I calmly paced out as I saw a lizard on the stone. The next morning in the class, I referred of what happened to Mr. Nectarnest and he brushed his whiskers in anger. Lately he explained after I deafened him with my curious questions. I remember what he said still.
"The honeysuckers did it always. It was a way to call us in. No bee, not even the queen bee ever knew why. But bee, what you did was a big mistake. We have seen bees die, buzz in agony after they searched for warmth so. Lucky you should be called. The research wing is still trying to find out why the sun there is not hot. There is a word called light. The light of the sun we see in the morning is warm. Every other isn't they say. These beings have made light so and still kill us and hit us with lightning bats when we try to fight.
Twice is as harmful as a drop of dirt,
Let the honey flow away far,
In a rain never stare at the star"
I was carefully making way to the yellow stone when a drop hit my wing. I felt the pain and in search of a dry area, I ended up under a great Yellowstone of the man land. The high school saying ringed in my ears "try a frying pan u may die, but never disturb a man you know why." The tales of the martyr, sir Petalpluck sparked in the sky, and in my mind, and calmness enthralled my nerves as I buzzed around the Yellowstone waiting for the rain to stop. I rested for a few moments only to turn back and gape at the day behind me. Keeping carefully out of reach of those honey suckers I made my way into the stinky room.
The winds circled as I sat on a stone, this was so special and slippery. Unlike as was told, man just didn't build Yellowstone. This stone was blue. I waited calmly expecting to be warmed but this was different. Cold winds encircled along the room and I jumped all along the stone for warmth. I finally saw the light come from a white stone and ran into it. But none was warm like the mud before I go to the class. I calmly paced out as I saw a lizard on the stone. The next morning in the class, I referred of what happened to Mr. Nectarnest and he brushed his whiskers in anger. Lately he explained after I deafened him with my curious questions. I remember what he said still.
"The honeysuckers did it always. It was a way to call us in. No bee, not even the queen bee ever knew why. But bee, what you did was a big mistake. We have seen bees die, buzz in agony after they searched for warmth so. Lucky you should be called. The research wing is still trying to find out why the sun there is not hot. There is a word called light. The light of the sun we see in the morning is warm. Every other isn't they say. These beings have made light so and still kill us and hit us with lightning bats when we try to fight.
"Beware bee, beware!!!
Search for the warmth in the mud,
and the honey in the flower bud,
everything else is a fake,
all other is namesake."
My stings shivered as I listened to him hymn it. He continued, "The being started polluting flowers and taking their nectar. We kept quiet. He started firing our hives and destroying them. We didn't fight. He made hives and made us work; we thought he was right until the twenty hives died. Today he makes light and kills us when we go to it. Let's see what he does more" he sounded depressed and resolute. The class was over and I flew back home. Somehow I knew life would never be the same.