Today's labor was just like any other day. Much of the morning was spent bouncing from flower to flower and putting in an honest days work."Today feels different than all the rest", thought Mr. Bee.
He contemplated this for several minutes, then attaching no great deal of importance, he continued to gather pollen for the honey that was to be made.
After several more hours of gathering in the fields, he began to grow tired. Looking up at the sun, he realized that where the sun was positioned, told him it was now 4 o'clock and time for Siesta. This was his favorite time of the day. During Siesta, he could relax and day dream of the vastness of the world.
Grabbing his red & white igloo he buzzed about looking for nice surface to catch some afternoon sun while enjoying his meal that Mrs. Wife prepared for him this morning. Afterwards, he would take a small nap for ~15 minutes before heading back to work.
With his belly full and the sun beaming down on his body, he began to close his eyes and relax. His breathing slowed down and he started to drift off. A light Southern breeze brushed his wings to gently cool him off.
Mr. Bee liked the occasional breeze now and again; it kept him cool while the sun warmed him gently. As, another breeze brushed over him, he noticed that this breeze was a lot stronger than the last.
Feeling a little uncomfortable he woke and decided that perhaps, he should lay somewhere else. But before he could grab his lunch pale the intensity of the breeze increased.
"How peculiar for the weather to suddenly change, there must be a storm coming", thought Mr. Bee. "I best hurry and find another spot".
Suddenly the breezed turned into a strong wind. At this time, Mr. Bee began to worry and concluded that this was no time to look for another place. If he were to let go of the surface he was holding onto, he would be blown away into an oblivion. As the wind increased in intensity the tighter Mr. Bee's held onto the surface. By now he was facing a 60 mile per hour wind which it frightened him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hang on, and hoped that it was only temporary.
"I must hold out as long as I can. I need to finish my work. I need to see my larvae grow into fine worker-bees; and Mrs. Bee, what would happen to her? Who would gather for the larvae when I'm gone? Who will work the fields? Who will gather the pollen to make the honey? NO! My work is not finished yet."
The wind grew increasingly stronger and Mr. Bee's grip began to weaken at the same time. The wind was now 70 miles per hour and Mr. Bee was holding on for dear life. In an instance, foot lost it's place and he slipped. He dangled by one foot and his mild fear turned into panic. He tried to gain his grip back, but it was no use. By this time, he had accepted his fate. He now knew that mother nature would not allow him to live and he began to pray. With Mr. Bee hanging by one foot and the wind at 72 miles per hour, he finally let go. The wind carried him and twirled him up in the air.
"If this is the way I must go, let it be quick", said Mr. Bee.
Suddenly the wind began to slow down. 50 mph, 40 mph, 20 mph, 10 mph, then suddenly, stopped. Mr. Bee so weakened by the ordeal, tumbled to the ground. He feel at an alarming rate when his fall was broken by the soft cushion of the petal of a white dandelion.
Mr. Bee took a deep breath and sat up. He knew he was in unfamiliar territory and undoubtedly, lost. It was of no consequence anymore, he was alive and that's all that mattered to him. As he slowly regained his senses, he noticed that he was completely covered with pollen from wing to antenna. Not on part of him wasn't covered. He was so delighted and began to click his feet together. He leaped into the air and with a gasping pause, he could see miles and miles of untouched dandelions. It was a complete ocean of white and yellow dandelions. He couldn't see the beginning nor end of the field, and this excited him.
"Jackpot, I just hit the Jackpot", Mr. Bee screamed with delight.
He scanned the fields of dandelion and could see in a far off distance, the fields where he had worked this morning. He realized that he wasn't far from where he had began his day earlier, could trace his steps back home.
He sat back down on the petal of the white dandelion and thanked the heavens for the wonderful gift.
...and I, I kept driving.
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