Thread: Black and Yellow

Not a Memo really. Just a story.

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Black stripe, yellow skin. Nobody is scared of it. All because I'm a small puny three-headed 'bee', whatever that is. Can't do things for myself they think. Well I'll show them, and be the best there ever was. Everything I do, I'll do it big. After all, I'm a Combee!


Oh, and the three-head thing is sort of wrong for me at least. All of my heads operate using the same brain, so we're technically the same entity.


In fact there was this time where I was a "bumblebee lit up like a Christmas tree", whatever those things are. It was weird, but true.


Nobody but nobody tells me what to do. In fact, I'll go against of anybody who tries to tell me what to do. I'm not afraid to take a stand.



You know what, I like you. I like you so much that I'll tell you my greatest story, whether or not you would like to hear it. I'm telling you, you'll probably like, or maybe not. Soon enough though, it will become a story you'll read over and over again.


Before I begin, let me just say I'm a bad describer. I'll try my best to describe though.


Anyway, this day began like no other day. Rather than there being 325 in the hive I live in, there were only 324. My best friend was missing! Oh come on, you think I would know this petty fact if some stranger went missing, that would be weird. Besides, I'm tasked with counting in the hive, which functions oddly for a Combee hive. It would be weird if I didn't notice.


Well anyway, I was sent to queen Vespi, who sends me on a wild goose hunt searching for my friend. I don't know why. Now don't get me wrong here, I would want to rescue my friend very much, but what was in it for the queen?