A Bee's Tale

The first of the stories that did not get into the book but you can still read it here! So did you guess right about it being a bee?

A Bee’s Tale By Chloe Smith 

 “What about here?”
 It was only lunch time, and already there was huge chaos exploding around him. A picnic. Honestly, couldn’t he pollinate at least one flower before the humans poked their noses in? It was quite a small family picnic, only a grown-up and a little girl. But that was enough. They had to set up their picnic right next to him too, didn’t they? They knew he couldn’t resist those things they call cheese sandwiches. He had to fly out of here, and fast. Before... 


“BEE! MOMMY IT’S A BEE! GET IT AWAY!” the girl suddenly started shrieking; pointing her podgy fingers in his direction. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH! MOMMY HELP! ITS GOING TO STING ME!” 


 Why would he sting her? He wouldn’t waste his only sting on a little girl! It was a self-defence mechanism! AND he would die if he used it! Honestly! But the little girl still wouldn’t realise that, and carried on screaming. 


 “MOOOOOOOOOMMY! IT’S GOING TO STING ME! HEEEELP! MOMMYYY!” 


 It had obviously slipped the girl's mind that for him to sting her, he had to be close to her, he had to have landed on her, in fact. Which he had no intention of doing after she screamed at him like that. 


 “Okay sweetie, it’s okay, Mommy will get rid of it. Hush now.” The grown-up cradled the girl in her arms, trying to sooth her screams. 


 He decided it was time to go, before the grown-up got any closer. He rose into the sky, his small wings beating faster and faster until the still screaming girl and her grown-up where far below him. He sighed. When would people realise that he wouldn’t hurt them unless they were a threat to him? Just because he had a sting, doesn’t mean he will use it at any given opportunity! It’s like one of those humans, if they had a water pistol, would they fire it at everyone? Wait... Best not answer that. 


 His point was, he thought, as he flew higher and higher, in search of a few more flowers, that just because he had something that could hurt people, he wasn’t a automatic evil-doer, and that people jump to conclusions far too much these days. Far too many a bee had died because a few humans had been scared of them. He wished he could tell people about this, and explain to the humans. But how could he? He was only a bee, after all. 


 And he really, really, didn’t want to get hit with a rolled up papery thing with words on. He sighed. Humans will just never understand us bees. “I guess that’s just always how it’s going to bee… Get it? Bee? Be?” he buzzed aloud. He chuckled at his own joke, as a cricket below him started chirping, emphasising the silence. “Alright! Alright!” he buzzed in annoyance. Smiling slightly, he buzzed a happy tune as he flew off, spotting the perfect flower nearby. Maybe one day they will learn to like him. But until then he would just have to keep away from picnics! 


 Author Bio: Chloe is a teenager who you can usually find on wheels (as unfortunately hover wheelchairs haven't been invented yet) around various places, although she lives in England. She has loads of pets! Though most notably she has 3 cats, a labrador and a tank full of fish. She likes animals because they never criticise her writing. She also likes writing. (Though it's not that good). You can find her on her blog, were she writes about books (and generally rambles,) here: http://writer-on-wheels.blogspot.co.uk/ She thinks it'd be cool if you'd say hi, and she won't bite (Though unfortunately she can't promise). You can usually find her reading, writing or travelling space and time with a madman with a box.