The funny bee

Previously

…He pushed off from the leaf, the lavender flower’s scent clinging to him like a promise. He flew towards the hive, Bartholomew buzzing furiously behind him, his wings beating the air with agitation. Barnaby could feel Bartholomew’s angry presence, his silent threats. He knew the rival bee wouldn't simply let this go. But for the first time, Barnaby felt a lightness in his wings, a newfound resolve. He had found something precious, something that could help. And he was no longer willing to let his allergy, or Bartholomew, stand in his way. The dwindling nectar was a crisis, but in the heart of that strange, lavender bloom, Barnaby had found a flicker of hope, and a seed of his own courage.