BUZZ OFF BUZZY a short story by Cornington
Once upon a hive, there was a bee named Buzzy who was lonely because the other bees didn't like him. The other bees thought he didn't work as hard as them. He brought in the least amount of pollen. Every time he went outside, he got distracted by the other bugs he saw. These were the bugs he considered his friends. Whenever the bees in the hive got mad at him, these bugs were always there for him.
One bug was a caterpillar that wished he could fly, named squirmy the caterpillar, that could burrow under ground and find cool rocks. Buzzy was envyous of the caterpillar and wishes he could be in the ground too, to get away from all of the other mean bees. One day Buzzy and squirmy we're hanging out in the garden when buzzy should've been out getting pollen. Squirmy asked buzzy why he wasn't up getting pollen with the other bees. Buzzy responded, “whenever I go out, I bring back the least pollen out of anyone, and they all make fun of me, so I'm just going to stop. I just wish I could live in the ground like you.” Squirmy looked at buzzy with a sad face on, and squirmy said,” well I wish I could fly, living in the dirt gets messy sometimes and there are other mean bugs down here too.”
Hearing that from squirmy made buzzy a little happier and gave him hope, so Buzzy said,”you know what, you're right, tomorrow I'm going to go out with the hive and get the most pollen out of everyone in one big load, then everyone will apreciate me!” squirmy said “that's the spirit, and you know what, if we both happen to get wings someday, we'll go up to the top of that pine tree, you and me someday!” Buzzy felt much better after hearing that, and said “ok if you ever get wings, we'll go to the top of the pine tree.
The next day buzzy was buzzing down the bee hive halls and ran into the bee bully banger squad! They said to buzzy,” HEY BUUZY, going to get lost again and not bring back any pollen, why don't you just buzz off or you'll get a BEEting!” All the bees laughed but buzzy didn't care, he had a wall of confidence guarding him. He was the first one to set out! He was off to get pollen and make everyone proud! In the mean time Squirmy woke up and found he had a weird set of things on his back. Squirmy spread his little grubs but giant wings emerged! He could fly! He was so happy he was flying around the garden and couldn't wait to tell Buzy, but knew he was busy getting pollen today! So he waited.
Buzzy found his first flower of the day and sucked all the pollen out and felt alive, he was so excited. He didn't want to stop! He went to the next flower and sucked again! He kept sucking til his right leg was full of pollen! He ran out of space on his legs so he put some on his back. An hour went by and he was covered stinger to antennas in pollen! He could hardly fly. But he kept buzzing his way back to the hive. It was getting dark and evil wasps were about to come out and they love devouring bee bodies. So his little bee wings kept buzzing but couldn't keep up! He was struggling, just a couple more feet to go! His wings gave up and he fell to the ground and landed in the dirt. He said “ I just wanted to make my hive happy and make everyone like me!” a bee tear came out as his last breath was covered by the dirt. The pollen dragged him down through the dirt and all that was above the ground was his antenna.
The next day went by and the bullies were laughing cause they thought buzzy abandoned the hive and gave up on life. Squirmy was flying around frantically looking for his friend buzzy but could not find him anywhere. And then Squirmy remembered that buzzy always wished he could be in the ground. So he flew down and searched the ground and found buzzys antennas sticking out of the ground! He was so excited he found buzzy and said,” BUZZY buzzy, my friend! I have wings I have wings! Quick let's go to the top of the pine tree like we always wanted!” There was no response from buzzy's lifeless cold covered in pollen body. Squirmy's smile quickly faded to his signature sad face. Buzzy's antennas sat above the ground with no movement in sight. Squirmies small little brain slowly pieced it together that buzzy is indeed, not alive. Squirmy sat there with his happy little wings crying into his small little grubby butterfly hands.
Squirmy flew up to the pine tree alone with his happy little wings, but was squirmy happy? Could he really call this what he wished for? Squirmy thought long and hard on the top of the pine tree thinking away his day in tears. But then a thought of realization came to him, a thought of hope, a thought that could put his small little butterfly brain at ease. He realised that Buzzy got what he wished for in the end, and squirmy got what he wanted! He was now proud of buzzy and not mourning him anymore. He wanted to be in the dirt like squirmy used to be, and now Buzzy is indeed in the dirt. Squirmy flew off the pine tree with a smile on his face, and flew out into the sunset. He left the garden for a better life, and no one has seen him since
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Be careful what you wish for
Follow your dreams!