The funny bee

Previously

…“Aaaa… Aaaa… ACHOO!” A small, contained puff of air, barely noticeable, escaped his nostrils. No pollen. No explosion. Just a simple, clean sneeze. He smiled. He was still Barnaby, the bee who sneezed. But he was also Barnaby, the hero. He had found his place, not by changing who he was, but by embracing it. He was the funny bee, and for the first time, that felt like the best thing in the world. He was home.