You are a bee. Your beautiful, shiny wings catch the light as you fly out of your buzzing home. Your hive is in a tree, with plentiful stores of honey, and many workers and guards. You are also a guard. You have a sharp stinger, and your colony has won many battles. You hover in the air, observing two human children play. Their home is right next to yours. You do not mind, as long as they leave you alone. You fly back to the hive. It is your first day as a guard, and you are not quite sure what to do. It is supposed to be written into your mind, already an instinct, but you are still confused. Plopping your fuzzy body down at the entrance of the hive, you wait, observing the other guards to see what they are doing. All the other bees seem to fit exactly into their roles. They know what they're doing. You are not like the other bees. You have absolutely no idea what you are doing. You want to do something other than being a guard. Bees have jobs in succession, and you will be a forager after being a guard. Why do you know this? You watched the other bees live out their lives, right? None of the other bees seem to pay attention to each other, except for letting each other know where nectar is with their little dances, or swarming around the queen and bringing her gifts of pollen and honey. The others just know. They never talk. Why do you want to talk?
bees by nature writing by me music by stardew valley disclaimer this is probably not how bees act. do not trust me. i am not an expert in bees. also this is a work of fiction. so there. i mean, who said you even were a bee? oh, right. me. hmmmmmmmm could be a series. stay tuned ya like jazz? you are not a bee.
