The funny bee

Previously

…He wasn't an outcast anymore. He wasn't just the ‘funny bee.’ He was Barnaby, the bee who had saved the hive. The pollen allergy hadn't defined him; it had, in its own peculiar way, guided him. He still felt a faint tickle in his antennae, a familiar sensation that usually preceded a sneeze. But this time, it was different. It was the feeling of belonging. He smiled, a genuine, unforced smile, and for the first time, the thought of a sneeze didn’t fill him with dread, but with a quiet, mischievous anticipation. After all, he was still Barnaby. And he had a whole hive to make laugh.