| Bumbled |
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| Fractured Story Telling | |||
| Written by Francis Scudellari | |||
| Tuesday, 02 March 2010 17:09 | |||
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Ibkek sits idly by the meadow's green and varied blooms, paid only inattention. He, not minutes passing nigh, envies but this bumble who black-and-gold buzzes onward with purposeful zags. "She fits so nicely here," he mumbles. "Why, even duller drones, though weak and puny, have a place." The worker, she might envy Ibkek this, his freedom's moan to fritter life drinking, but busy harvests push instead her bee-bound thoughts, set upon a queen's idyllic kinking.
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