The funny bee

Previously

…He turned and flew towards the hive, not with the confident buzz of a successful pollinator, but with the determined hum of a bee who refused to give up, even if his best efforts resulted in accidental abstract art. The sun, warm on his fuzzy back, felt like a small, comforting pat. He might be the funny bee, the clumsy bee, the sneezing bee, but he was still a bee, and he was going to keep trying. And somewhere, deep down, he knew that maybe, just maybe, his pollen-splosions were starting to paint a picture of resilience.