The funny bee

Previously

…He looked at Bartholomew, who was now staring at the flower with a mixture of disbelief and dawning horror. The rival bee’s perfectly sculpted wings drooped slightly. His arrogance seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment. Barnaby, with his sac full of precious nectar and a newfound lightness in his wings, turned and began his descent. He didn't gloat. He didn't rub it in. He simply walked, his heart soaring with a quiet, profound sense of accomplishment. For the first time in his life, Barnaby, the funny bee, had not caused a mess. He had, in fact, saved the day. The wind, a gentle whisper now, seemed to carry his triumph down the mountain.