3040. The bumblebee © Bruce Goodman 27 August 2024

I am a bumblebee. This morning I accidentally flew into a garden shed in search of pollen. The shed had a glass window, and I flew up and down it for hours and hours looking for a way out. I had grown utterly exhausted. Then a very nice elderly lady came along and saw my plight. She scooped me up with a trowel and threw me out the door. Free at last! But now I’ve lost all sense of direction. The night is drawing in and I can’t find my way home. The hive is warm. The night will be too cold to stay outside. Today, I’m afraid, is my last. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story