Bee Savior

“Fall in, boys. We’ve got a big mission to handle today. It seems some dogs were in Central Park this morning and got a little carried away playing fetch. And so we are going to need to search for another open field today,” Sergeant Buzz said. Then came all of the groans because fridays were supposed to be our slow days. “Hey, I do not want to hear any groanin’ or whinin’! If you wanted to do that, you should have become a bee sitter. We are to find a new field, clear it, and do the standard checks, and if I hear someone sigh the littlest bit, I will make sure we are out there until dawn next friday. Now, do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes, sir,” everyone said.

 

“We leave at 07:00,” he said and left.

 

“Great, this’ll take all day,” Arnold said.

 

“Hey, if we don’t complain, get everything done, and not mess around, we’ll be fine,” I said.

 

“I had a date tonight. It was going to be perfect, I booked a privet table, nice music playing, everything.”

 

“You know Sally isn’t that kind of bee.”

 

“I know, but I just wanted something nice for a change.”

 

“Yeah, but everything will be alright. We’ll get everything done.”

 

“Whatever you say, Dylan.” We only had about 15 minutes to waste, but that was cut short when Sgt. Buzz wanted to get an early start. As usual, we flew out in our formation and then split off in our own directions. Mine was to the far right to make sure there was no one down or needed help. I was flying for about 10 minutes when something was coming right for me. I dashed out of the way, but it had hit Arnold. I flew as fast as I could to him.

 

“Arnold, is everything alright?” I asked deliberately.

 

“Yes, but I think I saw a little girl bee farther right.”

 

“Why would a little girl bee be out here?”

 

“I don’t know, but I think she needs help, and fast.” I left arnold and quickly flew over towards the right more. I couldn’t see anything, but I did catch a glimpse of something from the corner of my eye. I flew down more and saw a little girl bee trapped between a Blue Jay and a garter snake.

 

“Shoot,” I said quietly to myself. I had no idea how I was going to get her out of there, but I to think quick before anything serious happened. The only thing I could think of was to go straight in, and that’s exactly what I did. I tightened my goggles, put all of my adrenaline in mode and flew directly for the girl. I swore I was going 100 miles an hour. I swopped down, opened my arms, and grabbed the girl right away. I could hear the bird and snake fight, I honestly don’t even think they saw me. I wasn’t going to complain though. I flew right back to the hive, before I did anything else. Once we got there, I set the little girl down. “Are you alright?” I asked.

 

“Yes,” she said quietly.

 

“What were you doing out there?” I demanded.

 

“I just wanted to see you guys when you were going to collect the pollen, that’s all.”

 

“You just can’t be going out there by yourself, you know that.”

 

“Yeah, I know.” She lowered her head.

 

“What’s your name, kid?”

 

“Adeline.”

 

I lifted her head up. “Well, Miss Adeline, you can’t be doing that kind of thing, alright?” She shook her head. “How about one early morning I take you out there myself and I’ll show what we do.” Her eyes had brightened in excitement.

 

“Really? You would do that?”

 

“Yes, as long as there’s no more of going out there on your own, okay?”

 

“Thank you so much, Dylan!”

 

“You know my name?” I asked surprised.

 

“I know all of your guys names. I want to a honey collector one day when I grow up.”
I smiled at her. “Well, when you do, we’ll be glad to welcome you on the team.”

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