The funny bee

Previously

…As they approached the hive, Barnaby felt a sense of anticipation he hadn’t felt before. He was no longer just the bee who caused trouble. He was the bee who had faced his fears, who had, in his own clumsy way, saved a fellow hive member, and who had, against all odds, collected the nectar that could save them all. The knowledge settled in his fuzzy chest, a comforting weight, a promise of belonging. He was still Barnaby, the funny bee, but perhaps, just perhaps, he was also Barnaby, the brave bee. The journey to the Whispering Peaks had changed them both, and the hive, he suspected, would never quite be the same.