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I was born in a hive, but I didn’t stay for long.
To truly understand my story, we need to start from the beginning.





It all happened that one night. Everyone was cold, but still working hard. I, on the other hand had to go to sleep, after all I was only 2 weeks old. I understood, even though I didn’t want to. The next morning I awoke in a tree with with no hive, no friends, no family. I was all alone.
Later in the day, I got up and started searching for my hive. I went to the exact spot where it should have been, but all I saw was honey. I later found my hive laying on the ground with a bear hovering over it. My heart broke! Everybody I knew died. At that moment, I remembered something my mom said to me. She said, “one day you will be alone, but if you try hard you will succeed”.

The next day I woke up and went to the city to find a job. As I saw the people, I was surprised that they looked so miserable. I wondered if they lost a friend, so I went up to one person and introduced myself, «hi, I’m Rose Buzz». The guy ignored me. He didn’t seem to care. I felt bad for him, but that feeling past very fast because I was about to meet a new friend, another...

honey bee! More and more honey bees started gathering around me. It was wonderful! I felt at home, even though my own home was destroyed. I had a conversation with one of the honey bees, she wasn’t so nice, but that’s okay because there were a lot of other bees in the hive! I thought to myself that at least one should be nice... and there he was.

His name was Blake Honeys and he was as sweet as his name.

Blake and I had everything in common. We enjoyed the same hobbies and had the same favorite colours. I loved blue and yellow and loved blue and yellow. It was as if we were soul mates. Blake was perfect in every way. We talked for a long while and then I met some of his friends, like Wonder Deagan and Cameron Weez. When I told them about what happened to my hive and my homelessness, they were shocked. They said, “this kind of stuff only happens in the movies.” We decided to find and get help from humans since they were big, strong and apparently very intelligent. Well, they didn’t listen. They only smacked Cameron.

Poor Cameron. Let’s just say that she’s In a better place now...

Our tiny stomachs rumbled despite our sadness. We set out to find something to eat and the only way to get food was to fly into a supermarket. There were Doritos and chocolat and ...

HONEY!

There was HONEYIn a store!?!??

I felt like dying. Was that honey from my hive? Was it from Blake’s hive?

Then it happened.

I went in for a closer look. Blake and Wonder went crazy, like absolutely insane thinking that I was going to drown in honey, but my secret talent was holding my breath. All of this was going on when a man saw Blake and started to scream like mad, like something was terribly wrong. He was knocking everything down and when I say everything, I mean everything. Store security had to escort him out.

Weirdly, a lot of people went crazy when they saw Blake. 4 more people reacted the same way, flapping and slapping. They all got escorted out. When the security man checked the camera recordings, he said that it was ALL OUR FAULT!

The situation was insane, but I kept thinking how is this our fault? Why do honey bees get killed by humans? Why are they so afraid of us? Is this what we deserve for pollenating their flowers and fruit and giving them honey?