myusernamehere
War Child
yesterday a bee decided to follow me. He seemed like a nice little fellow, despite his stinger. Most times, I just shoo such things away, because bees by nature are somewhat bothersome. But I was feeling generous and decided to keep him. I named him Fred and he told me such a tale of woe. Poor Fred, he had dreams of meeting and mating with his queen, but alas his only destiny was to collect pollen and make honey. I felt pity for poor Fred and took him home with me. I set up the guest room, and told him "mi casa is su casa," but has wasn't spanish so I had to translate for him. Right now at this moment, he's still sleeping, snoring loudly and most likely dreaming of flowers.